He is my guardian, my friend, my confidant, my strength. He is to me what no other person could ever be. He compels me to dream bigger and then pushes me to achieve those dreams. He listens to me when I don't make any sense. He talks to me when the silence frightens me. He inspires me to open my heart and love completely. He walks beside me every step of the way. He is dependable, loving, kind, supportive, and every good thing you could ever want in life.
He died for me. I killed him in an indirect way. I never would have chosen to take the life of someone who was innocent. He didn't deserve the cruel punishment that should have been mine. He choice to die for me. Even after knowing about this for years it still haunts me. His blood is on my hands.
