Little Things.

Little things.

I think it's the same with people.

I see in them little details,

so specific to each other,

that move me, and that I miss, and...



will always miss.




You can never replace anyone,



because everyone is made of such
beautiful specific details.



Like I remember the way...



your beard has a little
bit of red in it.



And how the sun was
making it glow that...



that morning, right before you left.



I remember that, and...



I missed it!

(from Before Sunset)