Miss you and I don’t want to go without you. It’d remind me of all the things. Biking with you that night was magical. Miss that time so much.

I miss holding you during the fireworks. On that beautiful balcony used by Merce Cunningham. You in front of me, us having the best view. It was magical. I remember pulling you in strongly at one point and you just held on stronger to my hand. It was magnificent. One of the very few so-called celebrations, celebrations that others tend to be so fond of, making sense to me. It was so good to belong.