there were small fractions in time,
small moments I still remember as if they just happened, where I felt like I would never survive the pain that came along with missing him.
the way his voice sounded and the way his laughter rung in my ears.
for a few moments back then, I would need to grasp at my chest as it began to tighten when I would feel the overwhelming tidal wave of who we once were come crashing down to my core.
a small fraction of time he was to me, but a long standing memory of how much I love him.