Dan was my boyfriend. He was a wonderful, adventurous guy and a loyal, true friend. He never wanted to get old. He always told me he thought he'd die young. That haunts me sometimes. A lot of memories are just shadows now. I was 23 when he died; now I'm 31. I can't believe time goes the way it does. His Mom pressed a Molson Canadian bottle cap in the palm of my hand the last time I ever saw her. It had "I AM" and a maple leaf on it.
I know we'd at least be friends if he were still alive. I really could use him right now.