I miss him. I’m sure I always will. He is a part of me, a part of me that has stood the test of time- a stone monument of my heart that I look to when I forget who I am or what I live for. He reminds me of love in it’s purest form before expectations, and heartbreak, and walls and boobytraps were erected in the space only love should be.
He reminds me of what it was to feel alive, which is perhaps the most ironic gift of all. He takes me back to the sweet possibility of youth, and all of the dreams I dreamed.
Tyler, my first love, my guardian light, my forever friend, I feel you with me, now and always.
Thank you for bringing me back to me, again and again. The catharsis of tears that I so often have to lure out from hidden cavities within myself, are always waiting patiently at the doorstep of your name.
Thank you for allowing me to feel the full spectrum of love, from it’s infancy to its maturity and thank you for giving me one of the greatest lessons I’m still learning- how to love and let go, and keep loving. How to give into the pain when I want none of it, and how to have nothing left to ask of you and only love to give.