I am holding on to the memory of a man who passed away in 2015. We were very alike, except for the fact that most things I hated about me, I loved about him. We spent hours sending messages back and forth, swapping pictures of attractive men, sharing music, pouring our hearts out, or simply plotting our next chapter for the stories we were writing. When he passed away in July of 2015, it felt as if I lost my footing. The coming months were a rollercoaster of emotions for me and more times than not, I wished for Jamie to be there and to guide me through my mess. But he wasn’t there. He is not there. He is just a memory. A feeling I miss. Jamie would have turned 36 today. I think about him every day. There really was a strong connection. Friends come and go in life, but only a few leave an impact on you and who you are. He did. That’s why I treasure him so much. I hope his husband and his close family found some peace.

Happy Birthday, Jamie