Steven

It’s hard to write about Steven. I never feel my words can do justice to someone so amazing. I want to write him the world’s greatest love letter but how can words ever be enough? I wish my words could leap off the page and embody his very essence so everyone can know him. To know him is to love him. To know him is to be loved. His heart was as big as the moon. No, bigger. He saw people, the real human beings behind the masks we wear when we venture out into the world. I called it his superpower. X-ray vision of the soul. We all want to be seen but we’re afraid to be vulnerable. He scaled walls to reach my heart. He was light, he was laughter, he was well-timed ridiculousness, he was all the good things. I don’t like talking about him in the past tense. I still feel his presence. I hear him laugh at a movie scene he would have found funny. I feel his compassion when life is hard. I see his smile in my mind’s eye. I hear him tell me he does not care about the love letter. For him, the love is enough.