I know you can never forget about Lee. He went from being a sweet fling to a deep obsession. You made him that amazing Valentine box from black satin ribbon. You stood outside his apartment in the rain and he never answered the door. Every one of your tears was washed away into the streets of the city. When you cried on my shoulder that night, your eyes were dry.
He captured your heart so deeply. You let him in so close to your light, and you weren’t afraid. But then you know what happened. The randomness, the unkind process of an ambiguous man not figuring out who he wants to be in the moment. I watched you crack and break and bleed out your love. When you returned, your eyes still glimmered and your smile was timid, but you were here.
Lee has never forgotten you.
In memory of a very special lost friend.