it's real, no it's not.
desperately searching for proof that our friendship was real and you were real and it existed.
shards of letters, emails, all the photos that I have ended up loosing.
I will never loose the ink on my wrist.. I am ok, too.
My mind fuzzes over when I try to tell myself that it's real.
That in a few months you won't be calling, laughing about the joke you pulled, telling me what next adventure you're on to, trying to lure me to whatever place in the country you are at.
it hurts.
it's unreal.
my heart is sore. and I'm still in disbelief.
my magic friend. the one i met against all odds and kept in touch with against all odds.
the one who I loved so much. who listened to my rantings at all hours, who always had nice things to say.
how many letters did we write and never send?
I rode the train upstate and thought of you on your many trips. our many phone conversations, you under some bridge someplace and telling me how pretty the sky was.
that one time you biked to a phone booth in a storm, and i heard the line crackling. we laughed.
How lucky i feel to have had the chance to have you in my life for so many years. How much growing up and changing, or not changing, we did in that span.
I always thought about the future. me having kids and ' crazy uncle flee' coming over.
you will always be in my heart. you are so loved and missed.
shards of letters, emails, all the photos that I have ended up loosing.
I will never loose the ink on my wrist.. I am ok, too.
My mind fuzzes over when I try to tell myself that it's real.
That in a few months you won't be calling, laughing about the joke you pulled, telling me what next adventure you're on to, trying to lure me to whatever place in the country you are at.
it hurts.
it's unreal.
my heart is sore. and I'm still in disbelief.
my magic friend. the one i met against all odds and kept in touch with against all odds.
the one who I loved so much. who listened to my rantings at all hours, who always had nice things to say.
how many letters did we write and never send?
I rode the train upstate and thought of you on your many trips. our many phone conversations, you under some bridge someplace and telling me how pretty the sky was.
that one time you biked to a phone booth in a storm, and i heard the line crackling. we laughed.
How lucky i feel to have had the chance to have you in my life for so many years. How much growing up and changing, or not changing, we did in that span.
I always thought about the future. me having kids and ' crazy uncle flee' coming over.
you will always be in my heart. you are so loved and missed.