May the places where we laughed about our baby pictures always grow the greenest grass. May the nights we used to turn our radios down to sing along to sixpence none the richer always echo in our minds. Let the markings in the hallway stand for love, let the pictures in the ceiling stand for hope, and let the tape marks on your posters never fade. You and I will always share the dream. We kept brochures above our beds like they were precious secrets in an envelope. We married cat to dog and read a book a dozen times to get a dozen stories. We set up governments and parliaments and ran them with the worst incompetence. And yes, we fought with words more bitter than you might expect, but they weren't true. I always loved you, and I'll miss you come tomorrow. Tomorrow, when I'll sit in my apartment in the midst of cardboard boxes full of dreams.