Today is my dad's 56th birthday. This morning I got a call from Noy. I miss hearing his voice. It almost doesn't seem fair that two people could fit so well, one in the other and vice versa. Passing through each other for only a short while. But it has felt so long. A distinct beginning and a brutal end, sure, but the span of a lifetime really. It is nothing like I have ever felt before. Yet I was left with this beautiful energy and light spirit, and strangely a sense of joy and hopefulness. It is a day I want to remember for the entirety of my life. I will.

Every man I come across will be forever in comparison. What a truly terrible fate to which that man is doomed. These things are out of my control.

I have decided today that I will write the book he had proposed in bed. I will write it to him, but mostly for myself. I feel confident that this is the path my life was meant to take. But how truly tragic love has shown itself. Truly enchanting.