Sep 23, 2014 10:21
The last time I saw him was Thursday.
He always had a smile and a hug ready, and there is not enough gin or tobacco or anything else in the world to erase the memory of what it felt like to cuddle him up against me during a group sing-a-long, or to be flying hug tackled from behind whenever he saw me in the hall, or to be in the middle of a lesson and all of a sudden discover that there was a grinning barnacle attached to my leg.
I now have to live with the knowledge that the last time we ever saw each other, I accidentally-on-purpose kicked him in the back of the head because he was being an annoying little shit who wouldn't keep his hands off me.
Hindsight is always perfect, and I would walk the earth a hundred thousand times for one last snuggle, one last smile.
But Miss Bain, I HAVE to hug you whenever I see you, because - because - because I just do!
Move along there, friend, there will be plenty of time for hugs later.