the tears fall down your face when you lose something you can't replace.
I have been ignoring the fact that he's really gone. This is the only way i know how to deal with death. It almost feels irespectful but it just hurts too much to deal with. The day he died I just stared at his name in my phone book. All I wanted to do was text him and tell him I missed him. and that I was sorry this happened to him...so young.
I remember the night I met him we had matching belts (that black and white paul frank skurvy belt that he always wore) and we figured out we shared the same obsession with skurvy! haha so good.
I can't grasp the fact that I will never see that goofy smile again or will never be able to call him when I'm crying and need a good laugh. I will never again get to dork out with him over harry potter and how much we love him and obsessss over the new paul frank skurvy stuff.
I have never met anyone like him in my life. He was such am amazing individual and he meant more to me than I can even put into words.
this picture basically sums up our friendship. we're even both wearing skurvy!
I don't even think he ever knew how much I love him. I would always tell him that he had no idea what he means to me, but he would just laugh it off. He never gave himself enough credit.
I remember the night of Beatz's death I told him "I don't know what I would have done if that had been you". I can't believe this is real.
It's finally sinking in and the pain is irreversible.