I don't know you, and I can't say I know what you're going through. I stumbled across your journal, and felt compelled to read these latest entries. What you've documented is an amazing tribute to what sounds like an amazing relationship. I'm sure words will never do your feelings justice, and I'm sure the burning will never stop, but the attempt to capture these memories, these feelings, the essence of what you shared will forever be there to remind you of the forever love you shared.
I'm sorry his life, and your shared life, was cut short. I hope you and his friends and family are able to grieve and support each other as much as is possible with such an upsetting event.
The last time I saw Craig was the night before I went back up to school. He, Smash, Maureen, Cin, Sarah and I had all gone to Rocky, and it was my first performance that I'd seen with a professional cast.
The image that just sticks so much in my head right now is seeing him run down the road to the Qdoba to get food at three in the morning after we got out. And some part of me wants to believe right now that wherever he is, he's running like that towards the light...
Also, Smash, you said you wanted to know about Tuesday. Call me when you're in town tonight.
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I'm sorry his life, and your shared life, was cut short. I hope you and his friends and family are able to grieve and support each other as much as is possible with such an upsetting event.
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The image that just sticks so much in my head right now is seeing him run down the road to the Qdoba to get food at three in the morning after we got out. And some part of me wants to believe right now that wherever he is, he's running like that towards the light...
Also, Smash, you said you wanted to know about Tuesday. Call me when you're in town tonight.
*so many hugs*
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