Chapter 1 - Reasoning
Have you ever realized that we exist in the stories we tell ourselves and others?
I fear that when I write what I need to, it won’t be enough to describe what I have experienced. That I will get a detail wrong and it’ll exist in your mind as wrong, even if I try to fix it.
I guess it doesn’t matter because, in the end, the details pale to what I can only describe as him and I.
I feel him now, knowing he will arrive in front of me. It’s so soon now I can feel his coat.
This is a story, recorded lovingly the way he knows it and I remember it. I only need it to be written, but I do hope you get a glimpse into the person I am most grateful for. We will always exist here, when our bones disintegrate and our bloodline dilutes to nonexistence.
It has been and will always be him and I.
