You wanted to travel. It was such a driving force in you. You hadn't had much opportunity since you were a child and you wanted to before you got too old.
I had done a little when I was younger, but not in a while. I always thought you were a little jealous of some of the places I'd been. I love to travel, but worried about the expense.
We had talked about a few places, Paris, South Carolina, some place warm and NYC.
We had barely touched the list and it felt so incomplete. It was something left unfinished.
I still plan to go to those places, but when I think of them I can't do it without thinking of you.
New York, Paris, all of them do not exist without you.
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