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i ran into charlie earlier while getting something to eat from sterling this evening, and it hit me like a ton of bricks when we both reminisced of our time with eric. once i saw his eyes mist up, i couldn't help but tear up as well. i couldn't help but embrace him while we both came to terms with what we have lost;
what the world has lost.
i can remember the day i first met eric. i was 11/12, and we were both attending the same basketball camp at mt. view that summer. for some reason, we were instantly drawn to one another and we connected like two L-blocks and a square in Tetris. for that one day, we were tom sawyer and huck finn, abbot and costello, sanford and son or themla and louise (with penises), even. i didn't see eric again until another year; but when i did, we connected again as if we had last seen one another the day previous. that was what i loved about my friendship with eric, but it was also the one thing i loathed. i knew no matter how long it was since the last time we talked/hung out, that we'd pick up right where we last left off. and for that reason, i always procrastinated about catching up with him. "there's always tomorrow", i said.
and now tomorrow will be the last i'll ever have
and i hate myself for it. i vaguely remember the last time i talked to eric, and i'll never forgive myself for it. it will forever haunt me as i go along through life. as i gain and lose acquaintances, i'll always go back to the one i took for granted.
to everybody that i haven't caught up with in a while, i promise not to put off until tomorrow what could and should be done today. you've all supported me through the best and worst, and i thank you for it.
to everybody who has a friend that they haven't talked to in a while, fucking call, text, email, write, send smoke signals; anything. just don't make the same mistake that i did; because you will never be able to forgive yourself if you don't.
what the world has lost.
i can remember the day i first met eric. i was 11/12, and we were both attending the same basketball camp at mt. view that summer. for some reason, we were instantly drawn to one another and we connected like two L-blocks and a square in Tetris. for that one day, we were tom sawyer and huck finn, abbot and costello, sanford and son or themla and louise (with penises), even. i didn't see eric again until another year; but when i did, we connected again as if we had last seen one another the day previous. that was what i loved about my friendship with eric, but it was also the one thing i loathed. i knew no matter how long it was since the last time we talked/hung out, that we'd pick up right where we last left off. and for that reason, i always procrastinated about catching up with him. "there's always tomorrow", i said.
and now tomorrow will be the last i'll ever have
and i hate myself for it. i vaguely remember the last time i talked to eric, and i'll never forgive myself for it. it will forever haunt me as i go along through life. as i gain and lose acquaintances, i'll always go back to the one i took for granted.
to everybody that i haven't caught up with in a while, i promise not to put off until tomorrow what could and should be done today. you've all supported me through the best and worst, and i thank you for it.
to everybody who has a friend that they haven't talked to in a while, fucking call, text, email, write, send smoke signals; anything. just don't make the same mistake that i did; because you will never be able to forgive yourself if you don't.