I want to run in the rain,
stamp on puddles,
laugh spontaneously without caring.
Run across a field till,
I get breathless.

There better be wind.

I want to fly a kite.
See it rise above others,
and soar to the sky.
Make me sqint at the sun,
cringe my dead eyes.

I want to be with you.
Wear flipflops, a big tee,
carry a hugable messenger bag.
Listen to music,
as we free our mind.
Let our imagination fly.
and speak heart to heart.

I want to be by the sea,
looking far out into the horizon,
when the sky meets the sea.
Knowing this turbulant lady could engulf us,
and relief us the pain of living?

If you didn't die, would things have turned out this way?

I've ask myself, with the great friends I have now, would I have them not if you did not pass? Would we have remaind friends?

The answers are disturbing.

So I dwell on what we had. I do not wish to tarnish the memory I have of you.

It is the basis of my sanity. To know that I am someone who can be appreciated. To know that if there is a God, he hasn't forsaken me. To know I am capable of having friends who truely care about me.

You don't know how much your friendship meant to me. It meant a lot, a whole lot more than anyone thinks.

Not to diminish the importance of my other friendships. but yours alone outweighs them with such greatness....the lost of you numbed me.

You were flawed with imperfections. but you matter so much to me. I'm sorry I never told you that.

we could sit anywhere without a penny in our pockets and still have the time of our lives