never the one to buy flowers that would die the next day or cheap chocolate
never the one to aggressively seek revenge
He was just the one to talk about life
over coffee and checkers
Just the one to blast country favorites through the windows
of his truck
just the one to talk football, camping, fishing, and dutch ovens
just the one to understand falling away from a God
we don't understand
just the one to offer a jacket and an open door
just the one to fall asleep next to me in geology at 1.
He lived everyday like he was dying
and breathed every moment like the last song
he never stopped to change the person he was meant to be
he never dreamed dreams that were too small.
He held my hand and tickled me till i begged for mercy
he kissed me softly and sand forgotten country lyrics in the calm of the room.
He got me and i got him.
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