Bill Smith
When I was 18 there was a boy named Bill Smith who was in love with me.
I didn't realize it at the time.
He was from a small town in Connecticut. And if his name wasn't so fucking common I would have been able to reach out to him by now. Tell him he was right. I am an anarchist. And that, while for me the love was unrequited, I would have lifted him up and told him he was right. The world IS a VAMPIRE.
And I hope he is well. I hope he has found some version of happiness.
I know I have. And - wherevere he is - I wish him everything good and true.