Shantih Journal 2.1 - Page 89

He looked like never in his life had he encountered a sad or blue or messy second. He had lived many full moments and he had loved them all. The girl looked up at him. She said, “He looks like such a very nice person to have known.” “Oh, yes,” he said, nodding with vigor. He felt his lips stretch, close to tearing, and he held onto the picture tighter. “Yes, of course. Yes.” 89