“All I have is this pale image of a clouded dream that could never be real, and I can’t seem to move on. She had this wild laugh about her, and it was special, you know… it was rare, it was different, and it was mine, and I can’t find it anywhere… because it’s gone. She was special, she was different, and different is hard to find.” LongingLove StoryLove LostLonging For SomeoneLonging For DeathDeath Of MeDeath Killed Me Author:Marilyn Velez