the only one
I was thinking...
There wouldn't be many people out there, if any, who would have a bad thought of you. Your light is warm and special and joyous. Your love for everything from your lawn to the ocean, infectious. It's impossible not to feel exuberant in your presence, and the size of your funeral is testament to this. People spilling from the chapel, not to mention the public memorial held at the seashore. Tens of thousands held a candle at sunset for you. Everyone loves you. But there is one person in the world who would have bad thoughts of you. When he closes his eyes, he wouldn't see your humble smile, hear your vibrant voice and laugh in his mind.
When he lays his head on the pillow in the prison cell, he would hear your scream. He would see your helpess, frightened face looking up at him as he took your life. He knows what your blood looks like, what your clothes looked like wet with it. He knows what your dead eyes looked like as he discarded you. He knows everything about that terrifying night so he has no good thoughts of you, my love. He has evil thoughts of you and this hurts so much that there is a living brain in the world that has anything but wonderful, magic thoughts of you.