"He had the charm of persuasion and could have used it to get anything he wanted. And yet, he used his talent to convince every person he spoke to of the beauty of the world, of the meaning of things, of the meaning of life.
One boring evening we talked about dust. I said it was annoying to clean all the time, but you know what he said? He said that dust is like a time capsule, like a warm, protective blanket that hugs forgotten things, keeping them from being alone, he said that dust helps people truly appreciate the things around them, because cleaning away dust from something is like finding something long lost, a treasure, hidden from the eyes, he said that dust is the witness of history, truly merciful. Being around him is like being on stage where the spotlight shines on you, but the hall doesn't judge you. They look at you like you're a work of art. He loved almost everything in the world and what he didn't love, he still respected. He ran away from his pain and sorrow, skipping through the days without looking back or stopping even for a moment, and he didn't let anyone see behind the smile he put on because he wanted to make others happy. And I will be forever grateful that I got to stand in his light, for just a moment." And I will forever regret that I was too weak to stop him from burning.
