I remember staring at you. I would marvel at how great you were. How your broad shoulders would push back when you'd walk. How you would laugh with such passion. How you tucked your bottom lip in when you cried. You were not only the love of my life but my best friend. I feel you in the when the wind blows through my hair, mimicking your fingers. I feel you when I look over the city at night, I remember sitting on the edge of the observatory, talking about what else could be out there. I feel you the most when I looked at the sky. You were my sky. I see your eyes in the stars, gleaming, hoping to find meaning in why God has done these merciless things to you.  
  -C.M.