I know you probably wrote this to be a one-shot story, but please write a sequel. For once, my imagination has failed me.
Scratch that. I did cry. And it's not perfect, really...it's right. I read it and I thought: This is the way things are supposed to be. And in the writing world, that's better than perfect.
Perfect. Not happy, not inspiring, not earth shaking; just simply, utterly perfect. I almost cried.