Sometimes I feel like such a fool, such a jerk, when I talk about my friendships.
He knows better than I do what it means to miss someone. He knows so much more.
I can’t decide if it’s wrong or right, but I feel his sadness and his loss so intensely, I am embarrassed.
He has such strength, such courage, to love someone when it means risking everything.
I have so much to learn from him and that is why I love him.