“Him with the starry eyes and the hair I loved to knot my hands up in. The most beautiful boy in every room, the great love of my life – how many loves do you get in a lifetime? I remember wondering that. How many people will look at me like he does, not just like I’m the sun but like I’m the whole goddamn universe. I remember hating him for doing this to us. I remember hating him for dying before we had a chance to be okay again, because I always thought we would be.”
