The events and characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
No, I have to remember her smile. Her energy. Her laugh. I have to remember when she believed in me. I have to remember taking her all over the world with me, crazy trips and stories from every quadrant of the globe. I have to remember building a home, struggling through certain suburban rites-of-passage that perhaps we were never meant to achieve, doing our best from what we knew. I remember helping each other towards our goals, our dreams. I remember knowing, after all those years, just knowing so much about each other. I thought we were entering that comfortable, not complacent, but comfortable period of life–comfort in the knowledge that this other person has decided to live this life with you, and you’ve made it quite a few years already. You’ve proven the skeptics wrong.