What can I say? Your death changed the course of my life. Or rather, confirmed it. Fuck a world of violent misogyny, of rape and murder, where anyone could be taken in the way that you were taken from this Earth. I’ll never be the same. More grit, for sure. Love and rage at the forefront, side by side. I think about these fires, about the heartbreak, and I think of you. Somehow they’re burning alongside. Thanks for having my back, in ways I never could’ve imagined when you were alive. Thanks for expanding my heart, for opening my eyes. Twelve years feels like too long to go without your smiling eyes, your lust for life, your beautiful flair for being the dirtiest kid I’ve ever met. I miss you in the flesh, you know. Thanks for the (almost) 21 years you spent living your life to the fullest! You deserved so many more.

All my love, all my rage.