I've been dreaming about you a lot lately Sasha, and I miss your voice. You are never far from my mind. I've been going through some audio recordings on my old phone, some of us singing songs, some of us arguing and laughing, some of us eavesdropping on my psychotic roommate having full blown conversations and yelling arguments with himself in the bathroom.
I have a specific memory burned into my mind forever, and it never fails to bring me peace. I stayed up one night, tripping on DOC. You had passed out earlier, and I just chilled out, listening to Sam Cooke, by the warm red glow of the Himalayan salt lamp. I couldn't help but marvel at the feeling of peace and contentment that just radiated from you in those moments, and I remember this feeling when I am sad, or angry, or scared. You only let your guard down when you were asleep, and I hate the world that took your waking bliss from you before you could ever know the difference between right and wrong.
You will forever be a mirror to me, of not just my weaknesses but my strengths, and you will always be a reminder, that some battles are worth fighting and some people are worth loving, no matter the cost.
Reflecting back, these all too brief years we spent together were the happiest times of my life. At the time it felt like strolling through hell. It's funny how that works.