Yesterday was a good day.  I thought a lot about when we first met and how I loved his eyes and smile.  He was the first one to help me clean and run my chainsaw when I started on the fire crew.  I never thought anything of it until I started to want him to help me more just so I could flirt with him.  This morning was a little tough.  I had a good workout with some friends and it made me think of when we would work out together.  He was always so tough and worked so hard.  He was always good at everything and it use to make me so mad because he would always beat me without even trying.  It didn't matter what sport we would play, he would beat me.  Then he would kiss me and tell me he loved me so I wouldn't be mad at him.  I miss that.