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If our communication ceased today and I lived to see 200 years of age, memory failing me, I would still remember you. The way your laughter moved me out of sadness, the way your optimism opened my eyes to paths I was once blind to, the way a simple touch elevated my spirits.

If I never saw your face again, heaven forbid, I’d forever remember the single dimple that added a boyish charm to your ruggedly handsome face, the softness of your eyes while you were deep in thought, the brilliance of your smile and all of your beautiful teeth. I would remember you and your kindness, your spirit, your essence. I imagine that I will remember you long after this world has forgotten me.