You taught me that joy can be freely given, like a gift, to whoever will accept it. And not only is it a resource that never seems to run out, it actually increases the joy of the one giving it.
You taught me how powerfully people are attracted to positive energy – how it draws them to you like a magnet.
My life was infinitely richer with you in it, and for that I will forever be grateful. You brought out the best in this very flawed human, and showed me how to be a better person. No small feat Mister.
But my heart aches with you gone, knowing I’ll never see or hear or smell or feel you again. I just start crying thinking about you, and it fucking pisses me off. I want to stop but I can’t. It’s frightening to hurt this bad, so much worse than a simple beating. But this is the pain of life, the overwhelming pain of losing those we love the most.
Was this heartbreak and pain worth the ten short years we had together?
I wouldn’t trade it for the world, buddy.
You were the best.