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Dear Andrew,
Its pretty tacky that I'm writing this to you over livejournal, but I refuse to do it over myspace.. we always talked about how we hated myspace. Ever since I heard this terrible news, I haven't been able to get it off of my mind for any passing second. I'm lost without you. My entire world feels so empty and I still can't comprehend that you're not coming back. I keep thinking that any minute now you're going to pull up in my driveway and we're going to go see The Hills Have Eyes 2 just like we had planned, and we're going to bust on eachother and joke and laugh and everything is going to be normal. Everything reminds me of you and our inside jokes. Everything. There are some memories that remain, fixed in the details of their time and place; that may be resurrected by a scent, a sound, or the turn of a phrase. And I'm sure if you were here right now, you'd tell me to stop crying and you'd do something ridiculous for no reason just to make me laugh. I hold all of our conversations sacred in my heart. You were one of the few people that I've ever opened up to and I shared things with you that I've never told anyone, and vice versa. I wish I could describe how much that means to me. And I used to walk around clothed in this armor, never letting anyone get too close because I had this messed up fear of being hurt. I remember laying in bed after you left my house a few months ago and thinking: these walls, this armor, whatever fortress is surrounding me - it has all been destroyed, for you. I never wanted to tell you that because it sounded to cheesy, but now I realize that I should have because you've never judged me.
I know that we'll meet again someday. I'll keep you in my heart forever and I know that you'll constantly be visiting me in my dreams. So goodbye my friends, until we meet again.
and the angel of the lord said onto her: behold, thou art with child and shall beget a son, and he shall be called ishmael. and he shall be clothed in the scars of unspeakable affliction, and he shall ripen into a savage man. and he shall bear witness onto his brethren to that which hath rent his soul, to those foul obsessions which lie dormant, waiting - waiting to tear us and those we love asunder.
home - no more.
Its pretty tacky that I'm writing this to you over livejournal, but I refuse to do it over myspace.. we always talked about how we hated myspace. Ever since I heard this terrible news, I haven't been able to get it off of my mind for any passing second. I'm lost without you. My entire world feels so empty and I still can't comprehend that you're not coming back. I keep thinking that any minute now you're going to pull up in my driveway and we're going to go see The Hills Have Eyes 2 just like we had planned, and we're going to bust on eachother and joke and laugh and everything is going to be normal. Everything reminds me of you and our inside jokes. Everything. There are some memories that remain, fixed in the details of their time and place; that may be resurrected by a scent, a sound, or the turn of a phrase. And I'm sure if you were here right now, you'd tell me to stop crying and you'd do something ridiculous for no reason just to make me laugh. I hold all of our conversations sacred in my heart. You were one of the few people that I've ever opened up to and I shared things with you that I've never told anyone, and vice versa. I wish I could describe how much that means to me. And I used to walk around clothed in this armor, never letting anyone get too close because I had this messed up fear of being hurt. I remember laying in bed after you left my house a few months ago and thinking: these walls, this armor, whatever fortress is surrounding me - it has all been destroyed, for you. I never wanted to tell you that because it sounded to cheesy, but now I realize that I should have because you've never judged me.
I know that we'll meet again someday. I'll keep you in my heart forever and I know that you'll constantly be visiting me in my dreams. So goodbye my friends, until we meet again.
and the angel of the lord said onto her: behold, thou art with child and shall beget a son, and he shall be called ishmael. and he shall be clothed in the scars of unspeakable affliction, and he shall ripen into a savage man. and he shall bear witness onto his brethren to that which hath rent his soul, to those foul obsessions which lie dormant, waiting - waiting to tear us and those we love asunder.
home - no more.