I drank until I couldn't cry anymore. I climbed a mountain and screamed at the sky. I thought of your kids, your mom, your friends. I thought of the silly love notes you wrote me in 7th grade and the walks home from school. I thought of all the years (32 to be exact) that we've known each other. The trips, the Phish shows, you kicking my ass at pool, you being one of the only people I saw during the pandemic. The epic parties, the apology burrito, 4 minutes away, the chess games, late night conversations, Fridays and Mondays, almost breaking antique furniture, Survivor, Antique Roadshow, writing our own dateline episodes, The Cubbies, me being your optional item (it's a story) hammock cuddles, disc golf, batting cages and little league games. So many great memories and some not so great memories. But we always came back to each other, found each other no matter what. When you reached out a few days ago I thought we'd be cool again. Not the way you wanted, but civil. I'm glad we talked, even if it was pure ridiculousness. I'm not ready for this. I'm not okay. Love you always and forever even though you were a pain in my ass, lol. RIP Friend 💔
"Stay with me till time turns over
I want to feel my feet leave the ground
Take me where the whispering breezes
Can lift me up and spin me around"
"Stay with me till time turns over
I want to feel my feet leave the ground
Take me where the whispering breezes
Can lift me up and spin me around"
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