and seve is probably noticing. since i keep getting angry at him irrationally for no good reason. tho to be fair he's thinking of getting his motorcycle license now. why the fuck now? (i asked). motorbikes=dangerous (i know i'm being grandma-ish but really, it's minorly better than a pushbike realistically). i can't lose anyone else. i will not
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He is not just another statistic. He is so much more than that. And he is not only cared by 3 people. Look at all the people that spoke at the funeral. Look at all the people who cried. Look at all the people who had to stand, on both sides. I for one, am extremely grateful to this man, because without him, you would not exist, and I would never have gotten to meet you, let alone be your friend. Without him, you would not be who you are today, and I love the person you are.
I know it's not fair. It almost never is. And it feels weird that the rest of the world isn't crumbling in a heap because, I know, it feels selfish of the rest of the world to keep going on- for the sun to keep rising as it does, for people to keep doing what they usually do. It's not their fault; they didn't know. They weren't as blessed as everyone else to know a man of that character. But, if anything, do the right thing because that's what he would have wanted. Do the right thing because that's what would make him proud. You know that deep down, I know you do.
If you want to talk, bitch, cry, call anyone. You have our numbers.
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