I loved him with every jagged piece of me. Every piece of me that had been heartbroken, every piece of me that had been mistrustful and lonely. Every piece of me that admired him in the careful lines of my sketches, a face I could never escape because he was always at the forefront of my mind, my constant companion. He had filled those empty places of my heart with patience and steadiness. He was in my stories. He was in my dreams. I fell asleep beside him, and I woke to him every beautiful dawn.
