To be loved, is to be whole. To be loved; is to be changed.

And that is exactly what you did to Simon. You carved your way into his heart, created a home, and wouldn’t leave. Even small smiles sent fireworks down his spine. You bettered him, loved him, gave his world a new meaning.

He drapes his dog tags over you, carefully. “I loved you.” He whispers into the air as tears pool on your initials. Your name once carved in his heart, now carved in stone, forever.