We sat across the table and I couldn't look away from all his tattoos.
Without thinking, I stretched out my hand and extended my finger.
I began to trace the arcade tickets that ran the length of his arm. He grew up with his grandfather and they spent hours in his arcade. His grandfather was his first best friend, so the tickets they won were his first tattoo.
I could feel his smile grow. He loved his tattoos and now I did, too.
He left a mark on my life. Just like the ink on his skin.
I see him everywhere. I can't tell if he tattooed himself in my mind or under my eyes.
There's no escaping or replacing him. There's just no one like him.
He had a kind of goodness that could be seen in the smile that would burn into the back of my mind, haunting me for years.
He was just dorky enough to get a laugh out of me when I had the weight of the world on my chest.
If you're lucky enough to even know him, he'll put a tattoo in you, too.
Whether you want it or not, you will never forget him. Trust me, I've tried.
He comes out of nowhere and he helps you. He asks for help just as much as you.
It's just enough to make you think that he needs you, too.
God knows he was what I needed. I needed him like an alcoholic needs his whisky. He was my whisky.
His finger tips had a different kind of ink and he was part of me with every touch. I swear he had needles in the tips of his fingers. His touch always stung, and now I will never forget that sting that is now stuck in the parts of me he touched.
All the hugs, the intentional and unintentional ways that we touched. They left their mark, their pain-riddled stain on me.
The stains of him were left with memories and stories and they were attached to songs that I can no longer listen to and places I can no longer visit.
He came into my life so quick and he left just as fast. I think about him often.
I dream about him often. It's like he stops in now and then to catch up in chat in my sleep.
He took a part of me with him when he left. But his memories remain and I don't want them.
I think about the goals he had and I hope he achieves them. I just wish I could be the one that gets to congratulate him.
He will be leaving in August and I will probably never see or talk to him again. But I will never be able to forget him.