I'll Miss Him Forever, For Always
I found this picture the other day, taken while we drove to see Ichiro play in Seattle. After the shutter clicked, he looked at me like "WTF?"
It was funny. He was funny.
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It's been 5 hours. Time keeps advancing, but it shouldn't. It should go back a bit so I can see him look at me like that again, then turn back to look at the road with a little shake of his head and the same "idiot" smirk. So I can experience the drive again, chatting about dumb shit. So we can sit in the stands and melt again in the hot sunshine and watch Ichiro set the Mariners' record for most hits in a season – then, on the following two pitches, steal second and third bases. So we can eat another hotdog together. So I can have back the time I missed. So things can be as they should: with him around.
It's not too much to ask, really.
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He turned back to the road, shook his head, smirked like my taking the photo was weird and I was an idiot and I laughed. We laughed.
Things were better then. That was a good day.
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