Daisy's Aphorisms

To thee, a companion quietly close to my soul, parting is not the severing of bonds, but the quiet unfolding of presence that lingers beyond sight.

You walk with composed resilience, simple yet arresting, keen in mind and fervent in spirit. Too young to grasp it fully, yet already unfolding into someone remarkable; what seemed a loss was only a gentle prelude. And if these lines reach the one who knows where my words reside, then understand, they have always been written with you in mind.