Perhaps this is the way all things should end. In the breathless heat of a moment well spent, with the ring of laughter in my ears. There are people in this world, and then there are your people. The ones who make a difference. Who make you different. Who make you more than what you are. Who let you be exactly who you are. The ones that you will never let go.
That’s who you are. What you mean to me. Why I love you.
I’m going to miss you like hell.