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