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I often see him in my mind like a well edited short film to some amazing indie music with some great piano and acoustic guitar and strings and a dreamlike voice. The film strip is breaking in and out, and there’s no sound, just him on a beach, smiling and running and loving me. I then see clips of his lips talking, sped up, slowed down, a smile breaks, my heart breaks, the film breaks, the world breaks, my morals break, my neck breaks, my soul breaks, the universe falls off its axis and I just laugh because I saw the most amazing thing just then, right then, in my mind.