Never forget the times we would lie there after and gaze into each other’s eyes and trace each other’s bodies, and you would kiss my forehead and comb the tangles out of my hair with your fingers while I raked mine through your chest hair and beard.

Or that time we were in a booth in a crowded bar on karaoke night or at the memorial on the front lawn of the public library or in that dark alley with the motion detector light that came on, and we giggled like little kids and scurried out of there. Or the road trip, when I kept telling you to keep your eyes on the road.

And remember when we felt like home. You were my safe haven. You were my escape.

And remember we knew each other better than anybody – each other’s bodies and deepest darkest secrets – and we loved each other unconditionally.