I remember when every second of my time was dedicated to you— talking to you, texting you back, picking up your call, listening to your voicemail, getting closer to you, feeling you move in beside me, saving you a seat, keeping you from crying, making you laugh, protecting you. And then just like that, I was supposed to stop. I was supposed to stop thinking of you as if none of those billions of seconds were spent caring.
–once he’s gone










