I made the wrong choice to let him go. I thought that perhaps, if I let him be, he would be better off. He may be now. But I still am not. That decision haunts me every day, a stain on my mind, lurking in my dreams, playing tricks with me. I always wonder what we could have been. And I don't often think of "what ifs". My memory of him fades quicker than I want it to. At times, I feel as if these memories are made up, and that they were never real. But he was real. I try to look for any trace of him. I may have met him as a pixelated character but
behind that was an amazing man, full of aspiration and joy. It rubbed off on me, and he made me happy. He made me feel safe and at ease, comforted and warm, loved and appreciated. No one could ever replace him. He was special.
"He found a flower in a field of weeds."
