Dearest B, You were my spaceman, my rockstar, my quiet nerd that wanted nothing more than to make music, fill the world with sound and vibrations, and find ways to connect people through ethereal means. And goddamn you did. You gave me love when I wasn’t looking for it back in 2005. We broke up, got back together, and broke up again. I know you chose to love me and only me, and that kind of pure devotion is rare in this world. Your fragile self really said “choose this girl, you won’t regret it.”

When I told the Universe I wanted my best friend, not some hot lover for a winter fling, but a genuine friend, you crossed my path and it turned out we had several connections that should have gotten us connected sooner. C’est la vie.

We rolled with it. The learning, the growing, so many adventures, so much life lived together. So many challenges. You were a fine partner until we both realized that something in us changed. I couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Leaving you was so hard to do. But you knew it was also the right thing, when we weren’t growing or changing to be our best sense of self. We stopped hiding the m skeletons and cleaned out our closets with therapy and taking things slow. You were still my best friend and someone I loved very much.

And to this day, this remains true. It’s been about 6 weeks since you suddenly passed away. I still think about you at least once a day. It sucks. It hurts. But grieving is loving, and so it is good to me to know that I will always love you. You are in the marrow of my bones, and in those who loved you too, and that the magic of the world lost your light and music but I hear it ever so gently in the winds of us still living. We will find ways to carry and live out our own dreams, as you did your best to do the same.

I will love you always and forever. I miss you so much. Love, V