Of the probably ten times that I've read this, why haven't I responded before? I don't know, but I won't make that mistake again.
In Baltimore this year, sitting by the water, you were on my mind so much. And I wished that you were sitting there with me again, so that we could talk about the year that has passed, the year to come... anything to hear your voice sweetie. I miss that, and I miss being there at four in the morning when you wake up and need someone to talk to (and a beer), and I miss coming into words and seeing that you've written something new... but you will always have a place in my heart. Always.