I really wanted to write a tribute to Daryk today. Unfortunately, I have no clue where to begin. I suppose the simple answer is to say why he's so present in my brain today: last night, for the first time in months, we got the chance to speak on the phone.
For those who don't know Daryk (and, really, I think germane is the only person on my friends list who has actually met him in person), I offer a little light reading. It doesn't do justice to any of it. How unusual his daily life is. How strangely and perfectly we clicked. And the big secret behind why we will forever be incompatible.
So last night's phone call ... It was one of those things, one of those rare moments where a person in your life finally says all of the things that you always wanted to hear them say. It wasn't just Daryk saying "I love you," but Daryk saying how much he loved me, and why.
I was so thoroughly left with the sense that I could never lose him. If I'd ever had any doubt, last night wiped it clean; Daryk is solidly a part of my life forever. All of those distances, all of those silences ... I never need worry that he's forgotten me. Twelve years and five hundred miles separate us, and it doesn't mean a damn thing. He's always with me, just as I'm always with him.