Paula Gayle ; the Angel.

She is perfect.  She is complete.  She is my sister.  She is my angel.

Her name is Paula Gayle.  She has blue eyes and blond hair.  She exists in my dreams because she couldn't exist in my reality.  

If she was in my life she would follow me everywhere, she would tell on me, and she would share my secrets.

I'm forever wondering why she didn't make it... Why her and not me??

I will never not ask that question.  

Why her and not me?

She could have been the one that cures cancer.  She may have been the one to follow her heart in love.  She may have been all that we needed.

Why does she go?  

I comfort myself by imagining Paula as the overseer of my life.... The overseer of all our lives.  The example of a perfect life... And yet does the perfect life have to be shrowded in sickness?  

She didn't have a choice.  She never had a voice.  She didn't have a chance.  She did have all our love.

I love you, Paula Gayle.  You are my sister.  You are my partner in this world of love and misunderstanding...I hold your imaginary hand and I go forth with our strength together... Because I could never do this alone.

I forever love you... And someday we will dance together... My sister; my lovely best friend.