I opened the book he gave me in October 2019 and found a bookmark, dated, with his name handwritten in it. It gave me relief. I have this little piece of him.
One of the last things he said to me was: "I will always love you." I am clinging to that, and every memory together.
In 2020 I had a dream that I was sure was a warning. I dreamed I felt part of a skeleton in bed with me. I assumed it meant a lover would die. I didn't know it would be him.
I will always love you too, R. I'm sorry I waited a day too late to tell you. Please forgive me.
12:51 p.m. - 2022-10-25