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I miss you.

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Hong Kong,China

You live and you learn

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Driving into an autumn blizzard.

Alberta, Canada.

Hey broski, Gabe. Since this is Tumblr -- I'll say alot more. It's been a year. There is no way I can say everything I've wanted to tell you this past year, in one post, but I'll say some. I miss you but since that day, I've grown so much. We've all grown so much, more than we could have ever imagined. In that sense, it was a blessing in disguise. Even with that though, I'd rather have you here. I know that's selfish, but we really really fucking miss you. Sometimes, we catch ourselves searching/scanning for you in your aacf crowd but then come to the realization that ofc you're not there. There is so much to tell you. I still need to tell you about my boyfriend and have you judge him for approval. Dinner today, I think our cousins were hella judging as we were talking about it. We still need to get boba and bitch about school and how "kwong" like our parents are. (Haha) Whine about the stock market together or nerd about stationary and cameras... There has been so many times this past year that I wanted to hit you up and just talk, talk thru the night about anything and everything. Or just call you to ask for some fashion advice lmao. Jesus Christ dude, there has just been so much. Our messages have all been a walls of texts from me, sometimes just hoping you'd respond but knowing very well that you won't. Missing you just as much as I did exactly a year ago, maybe even more.

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Jessi Roth

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Autumn in Seattle

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Photo by Dani Kioko

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Wilson Island, -23° 18’ 12.91", +151° 54’ 53.84"

Tonight, late night thoughts.

Every time I close my eyes, I start replaying every moment, every minute, and every detail from the longest 3-days of my life, almost exactly a year ago.

From the moment when my phone rang and my mother crying into the phone telling me to rush to the hospital; to running thru the hospital; to being greeted by my entire family in tears; to walking into the emergency room seeing him lying there; to holding his hand, telling him not to give up as he fought for his life; to having the opportunity to seeing his friends and much he was loved and how amazing of a community he built; to sitting in the side waiting room with everyone in my family, hoping for a miracle; to watching the doctors test his reflexes, nerves and brain activity; to witnessing my uncle, aunt, father, mother, cousins in disbelief, tears, anger, denial when the doctor apologized; to when my cousin and I stepped outside to tell his friends that he was gone...; to looking outside the window, watching cars drive by and telling myself that it was just a dream.

One year later, sometimes, I still think it's a dream.

I love you, Gabriel.