When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.
I can still see his face and hear his voice.
And I still speak to him.
Out loud as well as in my heart.
Happy, but missing him so much in my happiness.
And yes, the missing of him ..... the fact that I have a reason to miss him .....
.... still sucks.
Later, Peeps.
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