I had imagined myself calm and unruffled, embracing the forgotten from time to time. Every time I see your name or read about someone who has lived like you, I feel it again…that remorse I’ve never wanted to know. Your absence turns me inside out and I realize there’s this part of me I must learn to live without. I rue not being able to tell you what you meant to me.

I miss you, all your idiosyncrasies and your flaws. It’s terrible, facing life without you by my side.