"You once told me heaven for you was a cottage, in a never ending field of daisies. Your smile was so bright as you talked with such passion about what you'd do if there was such thing, which of course, there wasn't, but you babbled on anyway. I can still see the smile you gave me, although in a blur. The laugh you gave yourself when you cracked a joke still resonates in my ears. I couldn't listen very well, as I was in a trance, bewitched by the way your lips moved with every word and by the way your eyes gleamed with such passion. How could someone be so passionate while talking about a cottage and a field of daisies? You were such a grey area to me; you still are. And out of the blue you snapped me out of my trance by calling out my name and asking me what my kind of heaven was. I shrugged, but told you that you were heaven itself. I truly hope you're in your heaven now. And just in case you wanted to know, I deeply, deeply miss mine."