keys, like i do the nights nowadays, but only for her and her and more of her. did i wish to perch at my desk and tap, or to get into bed with her, to feel the sheets all cold and her flesh all warm? to feel the perfect way her body fitted into mine? to smell the delicious smell of her hair as she fell asleep? her tiny snores? it really was no competition.
all this is beside the point, because what she did is inspire me to try to become a better person. no-one else in my life has done that. she was not aware of it and neither 