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So my boyfriend does this thing where he gives me piggyback ride when I'm feeling sad. He doesn't say, "I understand" or apologize for my feelings. He just gives me a piggyback ride. And it's pretty much the most effective way to cheer me up.
I miss Andrew. I keep wanting to hear his opinions on things and it confuses the hell out of me that I can't just call him up and ask for his thoughts on something. It was really nice to bounce ideas off of each other because, nine times out of ten, our individual opinions were pretty lame, but when we worked together, I like to think we got somewhere a little closer to the truth. Or a less shitty opinion anyway.
I miss Andrew because I like to think that while our conversations were infrequent, they were meaningful. Andrew was kind, empathetic, a great listener, and really fucking funny. It just doesn't seem fair that someone like that would have to pass away so early in life.
I really really miss you, Drew. I think about you all the time.
It kills me that I can't remember anything from our last conversation. Four hours on the phone and all I can remember is your laugh and nothing that you actually said.
The human memory is funny like that. You forget all the important things, all the stuff you want to remember.
I do have one really vivid memory of you. It was from a year ago when we were both riding in my car, driving to Chinatown, and we were listening to Le Tigre. When track 8 came on, you started laughing and talking about how it has a rasta beat to it and how Rai would like it and how crazy that is. Then you turned it up and started well, dancing, but it was more like a sit-down wiggle.
I remember that.
I also remember this one time, senior year, when we were doing our usual morning drive and we saw Sam (the Jew) walking to school. You got this idea to yell something at him (I don't remember what) and we drove up to him and you stuck your head out the window and screamed at him. Then we drove away and you laughed for a good ten minutes.
Anyway.
I really miss you, Drew.
And I meant it when I said I thought you were a good person and that I appreciated your friendship.
I miss Andrew. I keep wanting to hear his opinions on things and it confuses the hell out of me that I can't just call him up and ask for his thoughts on something. It was really nice to bounce ideas off of each other because, nine times out of ten, our individual opinions were pretty lame, but when we worked together, I like to think we got somewhere a little closer to the truth. Or a less shitty opinion anyway.
I miss Andrew because I like to think that while our conversations were infrequent, they were meaningful. Andrew was kind, empathetic, a great listener, and really fucking funny. It just doesn't seem fair that someone like that would have to pass away so early in life.
I really really miss you, Drew. I think about you all the time.
It kills me that I can't remember anything from our last conversation. Four hours on the phone and all I can remember is your laugh and nothing that you actually said.
The human memory is funny like that. You forget all the important things, all the stuff you want to remember.
I do have one really vivid memory of you. It was from a year ago when we were both riding in my car, driving to Chinatown, and we were listening to Le Tigre. When track 8 came on, you started laughing and talking about how it has a rasta beat to it and how Rai would like it and how crazy that is. Then you turned it up and started well, dancing, but it was more like a sit-down wiggle.
I remember that.
I also remember this one time, senior year, when we were doing our usual morning drive and we saw Sam (the Jew) walking to school. You got this idea to yell something at him (I don't remember what) and we drove up to him and you stuck your head out the window and screamed at him. Then we drove away and you laughed for a good ten minutes.
Anyway.
I really miss you, Drew.
And I meant it when I said I thought you were a good person and that I appreciated your friendship.