Ten years.
I think about you everyday and wonder who you’d be in this chapter of your life. For the most part, I keep you and every special moment we shared tucked safely in my memory, away from everything and everyone else. A space only for us. When you left, you were taken so unfairly and abruptly that I couldn’t process, couldn’t deal, couldn’t stare to long at it or I’d get lost in the absence of you and a life I had prepared for you to always be a part of. I, nor anyone who knew and loved you, have never been the same.
Today it’s been ten years since your death and I still feel you as strongly and as present as ever. I hope you’re proud of the man I’ve grown into and this weirdly beautiful, rollercoaster life I’ve somehow patched together for myself over this last decade. I think you would. I also think you’d have some pretty pointed words for a few of the choices I’ve made along the way. Haha.
I miss you B and love you. Very much and always will. Just like we found each other in this life, I know we will find each other again in the next. I will you find you. I promise. ♥️
@brand3200 
