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kristy told me about how when she was a junior her boyfriend died a car accident. about how he was on his way to a football game and about how her mom said she couldn't go. about how she went to the store for her mom that night and a girl she knew ran up crying and she didn't understand. about how she still has drawings that he gave her when they sat next to eachother in art class. about how his bestfriend was driving behind him when it happened and saw his body ejected from the car and held his hand as he died along side of the road. about how he was the first guy she ever pictured marrying.
about how the guy she did marry looks exactly the way chad would have looked if he was still alive. looks exactly the way chad did when he was younger. acts the way chad does and has the same sense of humor as chad did and how sometimes it's a lot to handle. about how chad's bestfriend is exactly like her husbands bestfriend and about how that's probably why she fell in love with her husband so quickly. about how this is all her second chance.
and the whole time all i could think was that people experience these incredible situations all of the fucking time and they aren't the ones crying. they are the ones saying, yeah, he was a funny funny guy. and then retelling a story and laughing just as hard as if he was sitting right there.
all i could think was that if i don't get away from here soon and realize something that i am going to be bitter when i'm at a loss instead of smiling.
about how the guy she did marry looks exactly the way chad would have looked if he was still alive. looks exactly the way chad did when he was younger. acts the way chad does and has the same sense of humor as chad did and how sometimes it's a lot to handle. about how chad's bestfriend is exactly like her husbands bestfriend and about how that's probably why she fell in love with her husband so quickly. about how this is all her second chance.
and the whole time all i could think was that people experience these incredible situations all of the fucking time and they aren't the ones crying. they are the ones saying, yeah, he was a funny funny guy. and then retelling a story and laughing just as hard as if he was sitting right there.
all i could think was that if i don't get away from here soon and realize something that i am going to be bitter when i'm at a loss instead of smiling.