Words will fail most, but not him. The longer you knew him the more
obvious and striking that idea became. The longer i knew him the more
striking he became. Despite the many insensitivities and will full transgressions and tear stained cheeks the idea of him was proving itself to be only more sweet. Which fell into the absolute and palpable despair of every logical fiber crammed in my frame. It was desperate, but no less true. My pride had yet to admit even an ounce of it but my heart was screaming it from the rooftops.
Maybe he could care about what was left of me.