Sometimes, when a tune of loneliness enters my brain, I think of you.
You, giving me a rose in front of the whole cast during “Drops of Jupiter.”
You, hugging me from behind on that iron fire escape, escaping fencing practice.
You, speaking Shakespeare to me (you devil) in your smoky den.
You, not wanting me to see you cry during The Notebook.
You, giving me my favorite kiss on the floor of a Columbia dorm room, after a day of living dreams. O Captain.
You, walking with me through crystal white sand in the land of enchantment, dreams in the palms of our hands.
We have all breathed more love than the world can stand. I hope that when I see you again, we’ll see the pieces of each others’ souls shining in our eyes, and embrace again.
And when I think I may never breathe another love like you, I remember.
I remember to love myself as much as I loved you in those moments.