It probably doesn’t matter at this point that you are gone and I will never see you again. Though I am angry, I still miss you and I still adore you. I saw parts in you that needed to be full of love and taking wounds from our lovemaking was something more heavenly than able to be described, especially when you put your care into mine. I miss our talks. How we would talk about the universe and about the future of humanity. You were the only one who took me seriously and I was the only person who understood your quirky thinking. I know you will never love me. I know that all these dreams pining over you will mean nothing years from now and yet I want to say I love you one last time. Thank you for everything you were when you were with me.