I remember the cage set up beside the bed, the room a mess as always, but comfortably so, the bed an unmade tangle of blankets and sheets and pillows. I remember curling up there, staring in through the bars, watching him. I remember all the words he inspired, I remember how much he drove me to create, to write, to focus myself. I remember what it felt like to watch him leave.

I remember hours and hours in WoW, teasing, taunting, or just talking.

I remember futon mattresses.

I remember rain on the windows, smoke in the air, the taste of ash and tears.

I miss so many people... but I remember them all. I'm ok with that.