Dear the Love,

I was missing you so much last week, and then there was this incredible sunset sky in Los Angeles. The eastern half of the sky had an impossibly long rainbow, while the western half was this epic sun-and-cloud show.

I was missing you so much, and so moved by the beautiful sky, that got to thinking that last week was the anniversary of your last day on earth. (Surely you had a hand in stirring the sky like that.) Now that my head is clearer, I remember—today is the day. Even after four years, it feels strange that you're gone. You made the world a better place, and you made apartment 7A the best place in the world!

I miss your deep dark sense of humor—and your contagious laugh. I miss your honesty and insight. I miss your kisses. I miss taking pictures with you. I miss being your partner.

Love and love and love,

~the Honey