I will forever talk about the boy with loopsided smile and breathy laugh, about the boy who loved huge sweaters with ripped jeans, the boy who talked with soft and gentle words and when he sang stars spilled from his lips, about the boy with big hands that got sweaty easily because of the embarrassment, the man who tried to turn his sleepless nights into story telling sleepovers,the boy who wrote a song for his puppy because how much he loved her, the boy who cried every concert of gratitude and love for every light in that ocean that cheered for his group, the boy who arrived to his brother’s concert bathed in merchandise and screamed for them with pride, the boy that told everyone that it was ok to hurt, to be weak and to fall. And the boy asked the moon if he could paint a small piece of her heart, and the moon saw so much beauty in his soul, that the moon fell in love with the boy too.
That night the whole moon changed color.
