One.

She was klutzy. And her grandfather talked incessantly.

She laughed at all my stupid, vain musings.
She was sweet. Kind. And Silly.

She never trusted me. She always thought I was fooling around. Her sister hated me. That's OK I hated her sister too.

Yes, she was troubled, mean, unsure, and would say things at inopportune times to pick a fight.
Yes.

I would rather have had one breath of her hair,
one kiss from her mouth,

one touch of her hand,

than an eternity without it.



One.