Over the years, I'd only really known Forest as an observer - I was never really one to interact, and only passively watched from the shadows. It wasn't until three years go I had my first real interaction with him, when he made public his beliefs on the concept of consent in vore. I was moved by him, and felt very strongly of consensual things as it was, so I quickly gravitated to interacting with him in a more direct manner, first as a means to thank him for his words, and second as a way to try and break out of my shell.

Forest was a unique individual - it didn't really matter who you were; you could approach him and he would treat you with such open-minded kindness that it was infectious. I have difficulty speaking with people, but with Forest, it was as simple a matter as dropping him a line in his personal messages, and you would be off to who-knows-where with your conversations.

I didn't know him for very long, but in the time I did get to personally experience with him, therein did I sense a sort of kindred spirit in him. He was raw emotion, made manifest in a being who only saw the good in people, sought to cultivate the talents in others, and breath life into others by making their experiences worth sharing, no matter how simple or benign it might seem to yourself at first glance. He wanted to share his time with you, no matter how silly or serious the subject was.

One of those silly subjects he and I shared regularly was his affectionate nature he had with myself, regularly regarding to me being a personal pillow of his. Often he would drop me a message about fluffing me up whenever he felt particularly tired or sleepy, and I was always more than accommodating to give him that sense of welcoming regard. It's a small, silly interaction, yes, but it was one we had developed. The one picture I received from him as a gift, as I would discover later, was borne of that pillow-like state he saw me as... it's something I don't think I'll ever be able to look at in any other way, as it was our way of bonding.

I've never been good with words... and I feel this is inadequate for him... he was... so much more than that to me, as I came to find out in these last few days. I only hope that I can reconcile with myself the lost time I didn't get to experience with you in a more personal way like we had mused about doing... I will miss seeing the little things you find that reminded you of me...

Rest easy, Forest. I hope to be your pillow again, someday.