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Everyone always said he was like the sun.
his smile was one of the brightest, his hugs were warmer than the hottest summer day. So to most people, Brett Yang was the sun, but not to me.
To me, Brett Yang was the moon. It’s almost as if you were trying to take a picture of the moon on the clearest night as it shone bright, but the lens on your Iphone could never truly capture its beauty. That was what was different about Brett, he couldn’t be fully captured in any way.
I guess maybe he was too bright to stay.
I don’t really know what’s next for me in this life. I spent a lot of time lost, a prisoner of my own mind.But he found me, stayed by my side and rescued me. So I was lost for 20 years and then found for 8... and now I’m just floating in space once more with no claim. Part of me thinks he’d like that. Free to see all that I could,be whoever I wanted to be, and experience all the music the world had to offer.
I’m so grateful to the universe that I was allowed to be even a small star in his orbit and the world we created called Twoset..even if it wasn’t forever.
And sometimes when I look up at the night sky and squint real hard, I think I can see him there. Peacefully swaying while playing his violin on the line between the clouds and the heavens.
A life that burned too bright, who went when fate told him that it was alright, smiling right back at me.
I hope I’ll get to join in his luminescent symphony once again. Whether that be in 50 years or maybe someday soon, I can’t wait.
With love,
E. Chen.