I’d be lying if I said I miss being weird…I still am and will always be.
But oh…how I miss being weird with him.
Not so much weird with him, but ourselves completely.
I impressed him with my Gallum impersonation. He impressed me with his Chewbacca roar.
He spent his lunch breaks watching Star Trek Next Generation, and loved that I collected stamps.
He smiled and always cared to hear about my collection of Ghostbuster and Beetlejuice figurines or the gopher skeletons I treasured.
I loved watching him read Stephen King every night or laughing over ‘Pet Cemetery’.
His nostrils could fit two fingers in it, and he loved showing me that talent…I never got sick of showing him how well I do the truffle shuffle.
He could hack computer systems and he always appreciated my poetry and paintings…no matter how peculiar.
There are so many things that I miss in our mutual weirdness, but as I continue on with these rooted aspects of my being I smile at the oddities that make up my daily life. I smile in knowing that he loved them with all his being. I smile knowing that all of me is always more than enough.
“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”