Zack,
I don’t know why I used to call you sunflower when you called me sunshine, yet here we are.
You messed me up. I don’t know if I’ll ever find someone as wonderful as you. I miss the way you look at the world. I miss your eyes, I miss your words, your voice, your hands. I miss your love for great literature, I miss hearing your brilliant thoughts each day. I miss your understanding, your gentleness, your strength, your laugh. It’s been two years and I’ve still never met someone like you, with the gentle eyes that peer right into my very soul. Sorry I blocked you, it’s probably for the best though.