Early yesterday morning, I was thinking about Esther because there was a cute little girl on the train who reminded me of her. And late last night, when I was looking through my bookmarks, I bumped into this.
It reminded me that I had bookmarked it that morning.
And maybe I started to cry a little. Who knows? But then I remembered the exceptional few times we interacted, be it here or on twitter. And how most of those interactions sprang from really dumb jokes, from either side. I went way back in my messages and almost broke my face smiling at some of them.
I miss you, Esther.