I just heard the news, and I’m sitting here not really knowing what to see or feel. We hadn’t seen each other in a while, but the news has hit me like a punch to the stomach… I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to wrap my head around the fact you’re gone.
We grew up together. You, me, and SJ were always in and out of mine and SJ’s houses. We watched movies together that we hid from our parents at sleepovers because we were technically too young to watch them. You and I snuck The Exorcist into my home because my father wouldn’t let me watch it, and then laughed the whole way through it.
The three of us had the usual teenage fights, but we were always there for each other, no matter what. If one of us was hurt by someone else, then the others were they to stand up for them. I’d come home from school and you and SJ would be in the living room, talking to Mum and waiting for me.
We spent hours at the beach, talking, trying to put the world to rights. I never did tell anyone about that night at 2am when we snuck out to meet each other and just talk. I never shared what was said, and Mum never questioned it when she knocked on my bedroom door in the morning and you were there. She just asked if you wanted a cup of tea.
I’ve missed you, since we drifted apart, and now I regret that we never really regained contact. I wish I could just tell you one more time that I love you, see your smile and hear your laugh as together with SJ we stayed up way to late and watched Tales from the Crypt. Rest in peace, my friend. May we meet again.