I don’t think I ever told you how much I appreciated you. And how much it kills me to say that in past tense. It still doesn’t make sense to me how I’m unable to tell you all of the stupid things I had planned on telling you throughout our lives, and I don’t think I’m any closer to accepting it. I’ve said all that before, though – I think everyone says all that at some point in their lives. No, what I really mean to say this time is that you were, are, and always will be an exquisitely beautiful spirit, and I can’t find the words to adequately explain how grateful I am to have known you. You could never know the depth of my respect for you. I’d never met a person who lived so passionately and in exactly the way that he wanted, while still loving this world and all its inhabitants so intensely, at least before you. It’s not that you necessarily taught me how to do all those things; I don’t think I could ever measure up to you in those respects. But you made me want to try, and you gave me hope for this life. And that’s the greatest thing anyone could’ve done for me. I could never stop being thankful to you, and I wish more than anything that I could say that to your face. Stay beautiful, love.