I can’t believe you’re gone. I mean… I know we always talked about how much of a bitch life was… and how tough it was to live… but I never expected you to leave so soon. I mean… I guess I always thought we were immortal or something—ready to take on the world as soon as all the bullshit had made its way past us. But never this…
I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you as much as I should have been lately—granted, I was always busy with school and work and whatever… but I should have been in touch more. I know that you realize these things more after it’s too late, but… fuck. I mean… I always wanted to be a good friend to you, because you were always a great person. I remember how happy I was that you were happy that I smuggled candy to you from Canada. Fuzzy Peaches. Ha.
You were one of the few people who were never afraid to let me know that they actually cared, and I always loved you for that. I don’t even know what to say. I guess… all that’s left for me to do is to do what you wanted me to. To do what I feel is right for me and to do well at it. I’ll do that for you if I can’t do anything else.
Hopefully, you’re in a happier place wherever your essence has travelled. Love always.