He loved listening to his favorite radio station with the volume turned up to the max, lying on the couch, eyes closed and a glass of rum in one hand. And I would just watch him because I loved the way he looked so serene. But I also remember how I would avoid listening to that same radio station when I'm on my own because I didn't want to get attached to him...
...but now, I finally picked up his habit and learned to appreciate that. The only difference is that he's not here anymore.
I miss him.