October 1st, such a dumb day. The day I don’t want to remember. It’s your 4th year up there. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I wish things could have gone differently, you deserved more than thirteen years. I think of that day and I get goosebumps all over my body. You were my bestfriend, my partner in crime, you still are but it’s hard for me, I know you are always here but it’s hard since I can’t talk to you.
The call, the call I would never liked to received, it was your mum, she was crying. My mum was who got the news first, I could see how her smile vanished as tears were forming in her eyes, she passed me her phone, your mum was sobbing as she said “Sweetheart, your best friend just passed away, I’m sorry” The most heartbreaking words I’ve ever listened to (or heard of). We were thousand of miles away, you were in USA I was in Catalonia. The last time we saw each other was on summer, we were playing on your tree house talking about our future, like we had a clue of what would happen just few months later. I never planned that one day I’d be losing you. Flashbacks were running on my mind while I was crying with your mum still on the phone. Never one without the other, that was our pact I remember you said I would never we able to do things if I don’t have your support, I guess I kinda broke that pact because I am learning to live without you. I’m actually scared, scared of not remembering you, scared of not thinking about you daily, scared of not needing you anymore.
It’s the fourth year since you aren’t here, I miss talking to you, FaceTiming you and make new memories with you, but I have to face the reality you are no longer here.
“It’s us against the world” We always said when we were jumping in the lake. God, I miss you.
You were one in a million, you were the most caring boy I’d ever met, your smile was so contagious, you are the clearest example of if you laugh I laugh, you had the ability to make everyone laugh or at least make them smile. Why do good people have to go earlier? I hope you are looking after your family and hitting home runs in heaven. I wish things were different.
You have no idea how much I miss you and how much I think about you.
In another life I would make you stay so I don’t have to say you were the one that got away.
Fly high, C.
Pseudònim: BAKED POTATO