May 5, 2015
To B.
Words feel so insignificant when describing a person who has passed. He had a beautiful, rare soul and he made me nervous. How can one describe the way his hair fell across his forehead. His awkward stance and long legs. His odd facial expressions that always made me smile and him insecure. He was inquisitive and deep. He had his own demons and I hate to admit this. I'm ashamed that I always suspected that his light burned too brightly and that his time would end before we reached old age. That doesn't make the weight on my heart any less. Goodbye, beautiful man. I will miss you and I will remember. Be at peace.
