These days, I think of you.

He was so very in love with you.

He thought you hung the moon.

He thought you loved him to the stars and the moon and back.

And you did. 

Oh, how you did.

Then, one day, he’d let fear outweigh his love and leave you.

You’d be speechless. Lost. Broken.

Eventually, however, you’d move on. And he loved you enough to only want the smile to return on your face. So, he’d love you from afar and bask in the knowledge that you were happy.

Not with him, but that’s okay.

Sometimes love stories are short stories, but that doesn’t mean there’s any less passion or kindness or love in those pages.

I’m the man who broke the fairy tale too soon to know the ending.

These days, I think of you.

I think of your face in the audience when I graduated college but had a panic attack and didn’t walk across the stage. I think of how you held my hand that night in the ER, telling me it was alright.

When I see a dancer, I think of you.

When I see a singer, I think of you.

Since those days long ago, I will graduate again this October, though COVID will keep me from walking again.

I remember those days long ago, with the top down and doors off, wind flying all around us, and so I bought a Ecosport.

I remember building my first piece of furniture in the garage with you at my side, so I refinished a bookcase.

Please know you taught me how to love.

You taught me how to build.

You taught me how to hold my own hand.

You taught me how to stand alone.

Thank you for the love you gave me all those days ago. It’s taught me everything. I hope you’re proud of the foundation you helped me lay and the independence you taught me.

Sincerely,

The Man You Made Me

PS: I still do things accidentally on purpose.

I am sorry

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