You didn't believe in higher powers and probably wouldn't appreciate the fact that you are mine. I hope you'll forgive me when I tell you it has made me a better person. Whenever I'm at a crossroads, I think "what would M do?" And usually, the thought leads to better behaviour on my part.
Its been nearly a year since you were taken from us. You left such a hole in so many hearts, and yet your heart continues to beat in another body. Such a typical "M" gesture, you being your last gift to the world. I guess you live on, both literally and in spirit.
You loved red wine and women's shoes. I'll always remember the conversation we had ten years ago, when walking home from school. When you were rich, you told me, you would commission an entire wall of stilettos for your bedroom. Stilettos were so beautiful. You resented the social constructs that forbid you to wear them.
I hope you are at peace, wherever you are. I hope you know that your love touched a million lives. I try to spread your message on organ donation whenever possible: you thought it was selfish not to list yourself. Whenever someone crosses me, I try to see things from their perspective. Your death made me realise life was bigger and more beautiful than I could ever imagine.
When I am rich, I promise you I will build your wall.