That's what I want to say each time I see you breeze by me.

Only, I don't because you'd look at me strangely. Or take it the wrong way and think I was weird. . .But then, perhaps I am. Mayhaps I'm completely and utterly insane for letting you into my head and, what's worse, my heart.

A thousand different images of you play through my mind as I remember what you've told me. Who I've become because of it. More than anyone else, you have changed me. Accomplished what no one else could- brought me into the game. Out of my shell. Through you I have discovered life- how to live it. And what's more, I've become hungry for it. For you.

Even if everything you told me may have been something I've heard before, you weren't just reciting things you've heard others say. You were doing it. You were loud and extroverted and unique just for the Hell of it. . .and you told me I could be too. But, what's more, is that you were human. Not like the others I see who strive to be different to the point of being the same. No. You could have cared less about being different as long as you were happy. You were yourself, and for that I love you.