The beginning of all this is asinine. You’re worth more than anything and the thought of it does not make it any less painful realizing that you’re resting in peace now. You were my stop at 3 AM of every cloudy nights I had, the door I knocked when I needed a shoulder to lean on. The hardest part is not forgetting, because you’ll always be a part of me. A wildflower; that’s the name you used to call me, living inside your burning forest. I miss you!