I know I talk a lot about my feelings of missing Byron. I know some might think it was strange, since we weren't even blood related. The only explanation I have is that he was the first person in my life (out of two), that I have ever felt completely accepted by regardless of my accomplishments. I felt loved no matter what I was accomplishing or struggling with. When he was suddenly gone, a HUGE part of me died. A part that I am still trying to find again. Songs on repeat today have been:
My relationship with Byron changed me. His death changed me. I will never be the same again (as weird as it may seem to others) that is just how it is for me. I hope to one day honor his memory and be to him what he was to me.
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