I had the priceless gift of sharing the most fragile pieces of me with the most beautiful human.
He read my heartbeats and turned them into symphonies. He read my eyes, pools of emerald green with a halo of gold fire, and he fanned my flame so I would burn brighter. He read my lips when they didn’t say a word, and held long conversations in the peace of our cradling arms.
All of the fragile pieces I put into his hands were shattered, but I could never be betrayed, because he left a lasting mark of his art on me. He broke me into something more beautiful than I was on my own. He made me into a mosaic mural, each broken piece graced with his fingerprints.
It’s been a year, today. I’ll always love you Jono. Stay close
Our flesh and bones and running veins are this magical apparatus that don’t mean anything without the soul operating it. I fell in love with yours, never to find anyone that understood mine so completely.
You’ve been on my mind constantly this past week. You were my best friend that made forts with me and took long drives just to find the seclusion with the stars.
It will have been a year in a couple weeks. I’m flying back to see your grave.
Today is just one of those days that the reality hits me that there is no one else like you in this entire universe, and that you’re gone.
Stay close, Jono.