Last act of love

I remember the moments as if it just happened. It was a warm warm August night in Denver Colorado, and a warm warm night in California. We talked for about an hour until the sun set over the vast mountain range to me west where you lay. My last act of love was to not get in between the man you loved who you’d soon up marrying. I hope you see the beauty in that moment where I could have ruined that for you but chose to actively let you find the love of your life while I let my own go. I think of you all the time and how I’m glad I let you thrive. Even at the cost of my own selfish romantic demise.