Ocean trips, passion, a guitar and you. We were destined not to last, but the music we made was well worth the sporadic moments of turmoil. I would have chosen differently if I hadn’t been blinded by my journey, but as I read through our pages and remember some moments of peace and connectivity, I can forgive myself for taking the path of you. And I can find some semblance of warmth in moments such as this one. One peaceful night, you taught me how to play . . . this song . . . on the guitar. And it is that moment of my journey I choose to remember you by.