Because I almost forgot the way his lips felt against mine, or how our bodies entwined together perfectly, nestled under a pile of blankets. Just like the way he laughed, I almost forgot how he would look at me right before we fell asleep. He is so much more than anyone can see. He’s the music that made him laugh and the shows that made him smile. Everything from how he liked his coffee, to how he got that scar slightly above his lips. He might not be as important to everyone else, likewise, neither is every little thing about him, but to me, he was my everything. He is my everything. He is everything. and I miss everything.
— Excerpt from a book I will never write #844 // @exbleh