Goodbye, Again

It's been two years since Manni has passed. It's so strange; the length of his death has lasted longer than how long I had previously known him. I only knew Manni for just a few months shy of a year, but he touched me so deeply that I will, honestly, always remember him and feel very strongly about what a great human being he was. I've been thinking about him a lot lately. Actually, I tend to think of him whenever I see people on motorcycles, or when I talk about philosophy, or when I read a great book, or hear people speaking German.

Manni, I miss you, kid. I remember the tender communication we used to have. I remember the funny moments, the sad ones. I came-of-age shortly thereafter our brief relationship. I do have to thank you for that. Knowing you helped me grow up. I hope you know that I ended things because I was too immature to tell you that I was falling in love, and that it terrified me. I'm sorry. Whether it meant much to you, it meant the world to me, and it's helped transform me into the truly (openly-)sentient being I have become. Thank you for your presence in my life.

I will never, ever forget the goodness in your heart and the times we shared together; although they were brief, they've helped shape me into the woman I am today - and I am very proud of who and where I am. Thank you, big guy. 'Til later. See you when the timing's right.

Be good to each other, friends. Be aware. Be loving. Don't hold back. Take it from me, it's not worth it...

Lots of love,
Tanya to the E.

PS. First Anniversary of Stahl's Passing
Manni's (would-be) 23rd Birthday