Do you remember . . .
The times so long ago when we sat outside Blimpies. It was cold. You would eat, and then go smoke, and I would try hard to go out there-just to see you for a little bit, and I would put your hair behind your ears and you always said, with a smile, don't do that, "it keeps my ears warm."
The countless times we had coffee in the morning. Yummy cappuccino, with frothy goodness.
The time I ripped my jeans at your parents' farm.
The time when I was sick and you came by every chance you had to see how I was doing.
For all of these times and so many more, I thank you, I cherish you, and I love you, always and forever.