As I laid there next to his tomb, I began to look back at the memorable moments we'd shared. It was difficult letting go. Even though I'd only known him a total of nine months, I felt I'd fallen deeply in love with him. He was unexpectedly my first love. And now he was gone. Having left with everything that could ever aspire me to feel the way I did when I was with him. He was special. Like no others. He'd never say too much, and never say too little. He never lingered too long, or rush to leave. And so here I am, returning the company.