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I still remember after all the time of waiting, through questioning what the future could be and what was desired, when you finally said that you picked me. Overjoyed I’d go back to that very moment - the pure happiness, but mostly that finally, it was just us. No more obstacles or people, no more poison seeping it’s way into our bond. And to keep us together, to keep you alive, if given that chance properly, I would’ve done everything and anything, always for you.
Lately I’ve been overwhelmed with such strong emotion. My mind replays dates, and it seems so many had such meaning between us and I’m trapped reliving those memories to the words, the emotions we shared to our conversations and what we’d worn. Specifically I thought about us from the very beginning, how we came to start, and our first interaction with your corny pickup line and flexing at me asking if I had tickets to the gun show and how we returned each others ‘pew pew’s’, fake finger guns and all - that’s the moment we just knew that we were for each other. And when that memory flashed back, I sat there and cried because you quite literally had me at hello.
I was shared a memory by a friend on a bad day, detailing some time he had worked with you and I just started to tear up with joy. I love hearing stories about you, and I love telling ours, but while he told his I could describe exactly how you looked in that moment from the happiness of being mischievous with the way your eyes lit up, your ears wiggled, to the grin you had. And it was you, tangible in reality that day, existing in this lifetime - so then I’m left to question, with such excitement for me and our future, for us and this journey, why did you have to let go? I wish you would’ve held on just a little bit longer - for us, for me, but for you too, to see just what was out there and what adventure there was to be had.