Thanks for sharing that. It makes my hearts ache, but I needed a good cry. Even now, looking down at the scars on my tentacles, I realize that everything reminds me of her, but if I could go back in time, which I very much can, I wouldn’t change a thing. I still look up at the glittering surface when a sleek, white ship glides through the water so gracefully and casts her gentle shadow over me and wonder, what if?