(For the girl I lit the candles for)

I miss the days of chatting on AOL Instant Messenger.  Not the life of the party, I still enjoy human interaction.  These days, I feel like a tech dinosaur – writing sentences and paragraphs in the age of texting,  Twitter, and Instagram.  Some of my younger friends are confused and even alarmed by this practice.

I remember distinctly this one time we were chatting on IM and somehow the topic shifted to physical beauty.  And I don’t remember exactly what was said, but vaguely I remember asking you if you thought you were beautiful.  It was an honest, sincere question.  Your reply wasn’t in the vicinity of true confidence and you sounded unsure.

And I’m so glad I got to tell you that you were. As a matter of fact and plainly.  No hidden motives, agendas, games.  It was sincere and true. Someone told me later that you would nener forget that.