We are not perfect, but we’re happy. We’ve fallen apart numerous times and fallen together just the same, and though this has been such a complicated journey I wouldn’t pass it up if I had the chance. We don’t get to see each other as much as we would like to anymore. You’re so busy with school and work and I just keep myself busy with all the homework I don’t have. But the times we do get to spend together, I take advantage of. I take every moment in and when you leave, I write about it just because writing about it makes it more real. It’s my memory. It’s our history. It is us. There are so many times when you’re resting on my bed with me for a measly 15-20 minutes and all the while I lay there scratching your bare back and watching you sleep and thinking God could not have created a more beautiful being. I will always love you, Gabe.