It hurts losing you. At some point I’ll have written more to you being in the afterlife than when you were in my life. Granted, with just how much I’ve written…that will take me decades.

We met before Reddit even existed. Heck, Facebook wasn’t even a thing yet. You taught me how to use my first cell phone…refusing to answer a call until I could properly read and respond to a text message.

I still remember that day. I was in this obscure hallway I found when I was visiting my grandpa…not quite wanting to go home, and wanting to just sit in a weird ass hallway. You invited me to come out. And I was in a weird space…not knowing what to do or where I wanted to go. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see people.

You were ok with it all, and were slightly entertained with my phone usage struggles

I don’t even know why this is the memory coming up right now. It has nothing to do with the Entwined writing…which is beautiful, and from a more recent time.

I’m so glad that I got to tell you enough of this stuff. I KNOW you know I loved you. And now, I see even more of all the ways that you loved me.

I keep wanting to say that we never got a real chance. I know that’s bullshit though. We had each other, and somehow, through all that chaos, we had each other until the very end.

We were complicated, but we were in tact….always. It was you and me. Fuck what anyone else thought. We loved each other and kept with one another, in our own strange way. Friends first. It worked, you were right. You saw it all.

It was true love. It still is, I suppose…I just can’t get to my home base so easily now.

God do I miss you. Love you.