Here

is the thing,

I know a guy.
He was always supportive and encouraging.

Always.
To a fault.

He always had a way of telling you what you
what he thought you needed to hear.
Even when you could tell he didn't necessarily want to be saying it.
Or even If he had a million other things on his mind?
Didn't matter.
He would say it anyway.

He never ever expected much for himself.
(Any of this sound familiar yet Lucy?)

He was going to be supportive and encouraging.
No matter what.
Period.

I couldn't tell you how many times he said,
"It's your life, you gotta do what's best for you."
And he always meant it.
Always.

To think that he would have been any different these last few years?
Foolishness.

Maybe?
Maybe thats why I miss him like I do.