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"For that first moment in my life, when I felt that we connected...everything seemed alright with the world. Nothing else mattered. You left me wondering where were things heading and when I asked you, you said you didn't know."

That chapter of my life is over. Resolution is always a good thing, no matter the outcome. It's better than leaving things the way they are; "half-assed". I don't believe in accidents. Things happen for a reason. We happened for a reason. I knew that if I went home without talking to you, I wouldn't be able to talk to you for a while after I came back. I wouldn't be able to stand seeing you, hearing your voice, remembering how you smell. I know that I would hate myself for hating you.

Listening to Sigur Ros. Wondering if you would ever come to your own resolution - of finding yourself, sharing yourself. I think I knew all this while, deep down inside of me, the reason why. I never did admit it to myself what I knew all along. You were afraid, and that's okay. We all are. I'm sorry that you had it harder than I did, harder than I will ever possibly know. But you got this far, and you're beautiful just the way you are.

I see that part of you now, that part that you never show to anyone else. You said so yourself, I know you better than your own family. I will always remember that. I will always remember you. Harold.