He remembers. Everything. Sometimes he hopes he'll forget. That he's felt things that never were. Been to places that don't exist. Imagined a life that never was. But it's alright. Because there are some things he wants to remember. He's hurting but he's not sad. He's not in denial and doesn't blame anyone. He realizes that he can't change what's meant to be. But he tried and that's all anyone can ask of him and he of himself.
He doesn't want to tell anyone about endings. Not where they are now. Maybe drifting along is the best thing that could have happened. To end up somewhere safe. He still feels the same though. He knows about your loss. Just be alright. Being there to make sure is not his choice any longer. Neither is it yours alone. He can't cry on the outside, only on the inside, but even that's selfish because isin't he then not crying for the person that's gone but for himself. If you don't understand that now, you never will. So let him be selfish and cry...and remember...everything.
Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
I do not know whether a man or woman
But who is that on the other side of you?
