a part of the reason why i don’t even want new friends is cause i know they won’t be half the friend you was to me. i miss you everyday. it’s so weird not being able to talk to you. we didn’t talk everyday but when we did, we always caught up. spent hours on the phone talking about any and everything. i miss you so much. i feel like you understood me better than most cause we were so similar. you were always there for me whenever i let you be. you knew what to say to me. you knew how to get me out of funks. you knew me bro. i wish i knew that was your last day. i would’ve told you i love you even though you knew it already. it hurts that our last conversation wasn’t finished, our last convo was the day you was taken off this earth. i wish you could come back. why did he take you from us? from me? i miss you friend, for real. i can’t pick up my phone and text you or call you anymore. you’re not here anymore but i am and it kills me.
