Okay, Nick. You win. You were right about so many things. You were right about me.
You were right about me being the person you told everyone I was, and at the time I didn't think I was capable of being- the person I would tell you to shut up about, because I could never live up to the hype. Nowadays, I wish I could tell you face to face. I wish Ibcould tell you that you were right. Maybe this is manifest, or maybe this was part of your game. Maybe I wouldn't be who I am right now if you hadn't put those ideas in my head. If that's the case, you win...
I fucking miss you, you loveable ass. There. You happy? It's in print. I know what you meant all those times, when you'd get all morbid and shit.
I know the difference between then and now.
When we're young, we have nothing to lose... When we're older we see all the things we have lost...
I never lost you. I just lost the ability to see you.
Stay close, buddy.
Talk to you face to face one day...
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