I always thought it would be me you'd see bits of him in
I thought it would be me, to have his humor.
to have his laugh.
to have his stare, and his rage too.
I felt like it HAD to be me. I'M the one that spent all of my developmental years with him, 12-16, and you only spent 2 years knowing him and 2 months dating him.
I loved that man for an eternity. I thought, surely, I'd carry the responsibility of reflecting him the most.
until I sent a picture of someone he liked
and when I questioned you about this mystery man
you laughed.
