You know, ever since I first met him, I always thought, ‘Man, I hope I don’t mess this up.’ Because that’s what I do. I mess things up. But you know what I never thought? I never thought ‘I hope this doesn’t mess me up’.

And suddenly I began to realize that the corners of my lips weren’t turning up and my eyes weren’t brightening because of the things he was saying, but because they were things that I could picture you saying, things that sounded like you or reminded me of you. Then it made me sad because it had finally hit me that I’d never find another like you and I’d never hear you say those things to me again.

Can you see me? All of me? Probably not. No one ever really has.