timing

so just as a new door is opening ever so slightly, hinting at potential that lies beyond, an old voice emerges. i found two messages from michael when i checked my email this morning. one was old pictures of our dog nicholas that he thought i would like to have. the other simply said "i love you." and that he thought i should know. ripped any scab that was forming right off the wound. i'm bleeding out even as i type this.