If love could have saved you, you'd be alive forever.
Dear Miketo;
It's been quite sometime that you've been gone. Almost three years in August. I still have the cardboard poster in my room that Devyn and I made for your 19th birthday. It's filled with "Happy Birthday Michael" slurpee's pizza smiley faces jelly fish and star drawings. Triangle of Friendship was on there of course. Don't think, just because you're gone to a better place now, it's the end of TOF. When I told you we'd all be "best friend's forever no matter what happens" was the truth. Your mother still has the rock, the very rock that started the whole thing. It was kept in your room, exactly where you set it for a while after you left us. Now she has it in her study room I believe, but still it never left your house.
I wish you could see how much I've grown up and changed. I left Brandon, just like you told me I should. You told me things that I didn't want to believe or understand about him. You told me that he'd hurt me, that he was a cold hearted person that didn't care about anyone. You once said that I lost everything beautiful and amazing about me, and hopefully since then I gained it back. You are the only one that could tell if I'm back to the same goofy bright eyed warm hearted girl that I used to be before Brandon.
After you pasted, I heard that you loved me. I honestly didn't know. I really didn't, though you said that I knew. I don't know if it was a crush love, or just loved me as a best friend. Either way you were the best person I knew. I loved being around you. I loved when you would be such a gentleman and walk me home at night. I loved how you would give me your coat in late November at Gahona because I was cold, though you only had a t-shirt on. I loved how your cheeks would get rosy red, and how your smile was so bright and beautiful. I loved how you would do everything in your power to make me smile. I love how you were for me anytime I cried. There is so much that I want to say to you. I know I can't speak face to face, but I know you can hear my thoughts.
I visit your grave every so often. A few weeks ago, I went by myself, and left you a note. It rained the next day, but somehow the note was saved. Your aunt Lori went and told me that the note was completely still in tact. The ink didn't smear, and it was just like I left it. I left you a ciggarette too. I know you loved M. Reds.
I just want you to know...I still carry you in my heart.
I think I'm going to go get ready and see you in a few.
I love you Mikey Eddy Arty.
We are missing you horribly.
You will never be forgotten.<3
It's been quite sometime that you've been gone. Almost three years in August. I still have the cardboard poster in my room that Devyn and I made for your 19th birthday. It's filled with "Happy Birthday Michael" slurpee's pizza smiley faces jelly fish and star drawings. Triangle of Friendship was on there of course. Don't think, just because you're gone to a better place now, it's the end of TOF. When I told you we'd all be "best friend's forever no matter what happens" was the truth. Your mother still has the rock, the very rock that started the whole thing. It was kept in your room, exactly where you set it for a while after you left us. Now she has it in her study room I believe, but still it never left your house.
I wish you could see how much I've grown up and changed. I left Brandon, just like you told me I should. You told me things that I didn't want to believe or understand about him. You told me that he'd hurt me, that he was a cold hearted person that didn't care about anyone. You once said that I lost everything beautiful and amazing about me, and hopefully since then I gained it back. You are the only one that could tell if I'm back to the same goofy bright eyed warm hearted girl that I used to be before Brandon.
After you pasted, I heard that you loved me. I honestly didn't know. I really didn't, though you said that I knew. I don't know if it was a crush love, or just loved me as a best friend. Either way you were the best person I knew. I loved being around you. I loved when you would be such a gentleman and walk me home at night. I loved how you would give me your coat in late November at Gahona because I was cold, though you only had a t-shirt on. I loved how your cheeks would get rosy red, and how your smile was so bright and beautiful. I loved how you would do everything in your power to make me smile. I love how you were for me anytime I cried. There is so much that I want to say to you. I know I can't speak face to face, but I know you can hear my thoughts.
I visit your grave every so often. A few weeks ago, I went by myself, and left you a note. It rained the next day, but somehow the note was saved. Your aunt Lori went and told me that the note was completely still in tact. The ink didn't smear, and it was just like I left it. I left you a ciggarette too. I know you loved M. Reds.
I just want you to know...I still carry you in my heart.
I think I'm going to go get ready and see you in a few.
I love you Mikey Eddy Arty.
We are missing you horribly.
You will never be forgotten.<3