I don’t think about you everyday anymore. But every time I do I think about all the good, the laughter, that time we walked around all over the city one summer shopping about for our apartment. We made that small space into a home. Where we called out to each other whenever we arrived. “Gary, I’m home” something silly we picked up from a commercial. Sometimes I think about the nights we made dinners at home together. Opening a bottle of wine we both enjoyed before and during dinner. Listening to music, both old and new. When we first met I didn’t know what to expect but I knew I was gonna choose you. Everything I did was for you. Still to this day I know, I still love you.