“Fuck. It’s happened. You’re gone. How am I supposed to say goodbye? What am I meant to say to make this better?
Well… Alex… here’s to the lazy afternoon naps, gentle kisses and drunken meanderings home which have been lost. To the scraps about who will do the dishes or take the dog for a walk. To warm embraces by the fire, hazy summer afternoon picnics, and feelings of warmth and comfort on grey rainy days like this one.
These moments have been stolen from me… from us. I already see people and feel nothing but bitterness whilst they so boastfully take it all for granted… the building blocks to their happy ending. Alex. W—why did you go? Why can’t we have that?
They’re all mad if they think I’ll ever forget you. That I’ll ever move on. I won’t. Not ever.
You are finally with the stars, space man. I miss you already.”