Aside this, this is a c/p because I just can’t… Five years. 5. It’s just too much…
There was no toasting on this night. There was joyousness in celebrating, albeit alone once again, on this night. He was my guy, that guy. That one, the one, my only one. The benchmark. The bar. The best. Sho.
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There’ll never be one so far and beyond the rest like him. As I drove home with him on my lap, some 12 hours of that in my Forester. I knew. I just knew. And he knew. Everyone knew. We all knew that he was my guy.
And if the world was not the way it is, in how it can just repeatedly take away anything that you care about, anything that matters to you without impunity, from you and just leave you feeling shittier or worse on this day…
Today he’d have turned 16 if I can do math…
