For Sam.

I'm sorry that I can't tell you how I feel.
I'm sorry that these words that you read are the only way I can talk to anyone about anything. 
I know you're there and I know you won't judge me but this is the only way. 


Remember the old days? When we were young and life hadn't tripped us over yet.
Times when we thought everything we knew would last forever, that everything would be as perfect as it was at that moment. 
Now the only memories we have of that time are buried six feet under, a treasure trove at the bottom of your garden.
There will come a time when we are ready to look back on those days and those pieces of history will seem, well, historical. 


For we have made memories beyond the ones we froze in time. 
We have outlasted the cataclysmic storms that found their way into our paths.
We haven't forgotten each other. 


Thank you, Sam, for the inspiration; here's to you, a celebration.