I can't help thinking about the charming book 84 Charing Cross Road. It's the correspondence between an American lady and an English bookseller, mostly about books. Sadly, they never met.
Just like me and Bevie. We only knew each other online for a year and a half but we got so much talking done in that time. When I checked back to see how long we'd been writing to each other I was amazed that it wasn't longer. We wrote every day. He was one of my closest friends. I'm finding it hard to take in that he's gone.
You may notice I'm not answering comments at the moment but I am reading them. That's about all I can manage for now.