The call.....
I won't try to make this sound like I need sympathy.. or that I'm damaged.. I got a call from NM at about 8:30 in the a.m. .. this is odd, for those that don't know.. Jas called me to tell me... at 08:30 in the a.m. .. meaning he didn't go to work.. **WARNING BELLS** so I call him back.. he tells me.. we get off of the phone.. and I realize that he did touch my life as well. To Ms. Becca... I applaud you for getting this far after, for still functioning.. I don't think I'm that capable.. and I hope you the best in trudging on.. for in order to honor his memory and wishes (to me, in my theoriy in life) you must.. After reading everyone's responses.. it completely hits me and tears break loose.. not an amazing amount.. but enough to make a point. I cared. I loved That Guy. We never talked, but we never needed to. We had a silent agreement. We liked one another, we were friends on a low level, only because we had little in common. But there was a friendship there. And I wanted to see him again. He was freaking cool to me. I looked up to him. I feel it's unfair that I speak about him. I didn't know him anywhere near well enough to speak of him. I'll end this. Now.
Adieu.
Et Bon niut mon chouchou....en longue..
Adieu.
Et Bon niut mon chouchou....en longue..