That's The Thing About Best

I Used To Think That's What Love Was: Knowing Someone So Well He Was Like A Part Of You.

Nobody Ever Said Life Was Fair.

Maybe, The Hope Said. Maybe.

For A Second I Feel A Rush Of Sadness: For The Horizons That Vanish Behind Us, For The People We Leave Behind, The Tiny-doll Selves That Get Stored Away And Ultimately Buried.

Alex Loved Books. He Was The One Who First Introduced Me To Poetry. That's Another Reason I Can't Read Anymore.