Yvette Favela

It's taken me a little over a week to come to terms with posting anything "memorializing" Michael. But after a gnarly 5 mile run and the biggest runners high I've had since college I think I'm finally brave enough to say what I need to say.

Michael and I blind sided one another so hard and so fast that neither of us even considered coming up for air. He was so intriguing and challenging in the most positive way that I couldn't help but be drawn to him. I would give anything to see his face light up one more time after walking through the gates at Coachella...The beginning of our relationship was interesting to say the least; because of our common ground at Apple we tried to keep things quiet but when you live 2 blocks from the store people start to notice a certain grey bike parked outside of your house everyday...ha. 

Forgive me for wanting to keep certain things to myself but to put it bluntly we were inseparable almost every single day and night; and although our time was short lived know that he left a little more than an impression on me. Michael's heart and soul were 100% true to everything he believed in, even when he took his cape off and slipped a little bit. I've never experienced someone who was truly themselves in every aspect of life. 

Anyhoo...story about Michael...hm. 

I dunno why I feel like sharing this particular story but I'm guessing it's because you can see his mannerisms perfectly in the heat of the moment. 

I was rummaging through my purse for something Michael needed and he was walking towards me saying something ridiculous or that he was hungry as usual. Well, he was playing with a lighter the entire time he was walking towards me...you know when you play with a lighter and in reality you're just wasting the butane...I wasn't looking up at all just nodding my head at him and he wasn't paying any attention whatsoever just rambling and playing with the lighter...for those of you who don't know, my hair is almost to my belly button. Once again worlds collided and needless to say I threw a fit. 1. He lit my hair on fire, 2. My house smelled like burnt hair, & 3. He threw his arms up, shook his head in that way he does when he thinks something is just so outrageous, and yells "PUES YOU WALKED INTO IT!" Imagine the look on my face when he said that? But I couldn't keep myself from laughing because why on earth would he yell 'PUES' and it really wasn't anyone's fault. And you better believe he babied me afterwards. ha. :)

Our adventures were so random with so many of them ending with the sun coming up or some sort of mexican food to hold us over for the day...we were evenly matched. And although we had a long way to go, our imperfectly perfect relationship was based on the fact that we knew the secret to a phenomenal relationship was to fall in love over and over again. Calling us cheesy doesn't even BEGIN to describe it...trust me we discussed the cheesiness. haha.

He made me a better person, and was a constant reminder that life is captured as a series of moments and learning experiences. He was my exact version of love, I'm guessing thats why we caught each other off guard the way we did. He loved the stupid memes I would send him, complained about the amount of pillows I had but I could never find him in my bed because he loved to "hide in the fluffines." He even watched Lilo & Stich with me (why on earth I felt the need to watch that movie I will never know, but I knew he liked it because he giggled the entire time.) He even kept me so calm that after almost 24 years of biting my nails I've stopped completely. 

He was so good to me, the best.

We'll go down this road 'til it turns from color to black and white.

 

"Cheers"