3 years
...The reason I'm writing this is cause I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. I grew up with Matt around the corner from me. I took for granted all the catches, lax games, and talks we shared....I went through a real tough time with myself...If i had it my way i would have died and Matt would be here and a lot more people would be happier today...Two years down, how many more before I stop feeling like this?
I'm older now, more mature, and I see this all in a slightly different perspective. Faced with the same choice again i would exchange my life, and i dont feel as though i've done anything that merits life or the things i take for granted. I have life, i have love, i have anything i could possibly want. The thing is i never wanted any of it. The things i posses are mere bartering tools i would offer in a heartbeat to see him again. Life has a funny way of lifting you up, never high enough, but then it drops you off where ever it pleases and moves on without a single condolence. Life is something some people should lose to show others how to live.
I'm older now, more mature, and I see this all in a slightly different perspective. Faced with the same choice again i would exchange my life, and i dont feel as though i've done anything that merits life or the things i take for granted. I have life, i have love, i have anything i could possibly want. The thing is i never wanted any of it. The things i posses are mere bartering tools i would offer in a heartbeat to see him again. Life has a funny way of lifting you up, never high enough, but then it drops you off where ever it pleases and moves on without a single condolence. Life is something some people should lose to show others how to live.