You know, it’s rare that someone does that. Actually, it’s so rare that I can only list you, and A. It’s strange, and sad, and uplifting. You made it so easy. You were so good at making me happy. Listening, but also making me listen, and pay attention, and think about what I say, and how I say it. You made words matter. And it was so good making words matter to you. It was something that made me feel alive, making you happy, seeing you care, about me, about us.

I wish you were less strong, and wrote me, so I could write you back. But I know the most beautiful part was not writing, it was talking, and being in the same space with you.