november 8th, 1997

Blog Post 18.

Little did we know, sweet boy, that this would be the last day of life as it had been.

Life squished sided by side, sharing everything as one being.

It was all very simple then:

Yours was the first heartbeat I felt.

Yours the soul I would love the longest.

Yours the very first hand I held.

Twenty-one years later and we have never had more distance between us.

Five-thousand three-hundred fifteen miles.

Millions of moments.

Complexities.

Today is the day I miss you the most.

Today is the day I simply, keenly urge

That the world’s every happiness be yours.