I thought if I kept telling myself I’d get better it would just automatically happen. It’s not working. I’m trying to write a letter to Mike’s mom to send with some pictures she wanted and I’m falling apart. I miss the way you used to walk into middle school every day smelling like maple syrup. I miss your “bowl haircut” and your attractive “spectacles”. I miss how chubby you were when we were younger but you pulled it off well and were adorable. I miss the way you used to make me feel better about myself, even after I said/did something embarrassing like “apple pie” and gurgling. I miss you walking over to my house in the dead of winter just to give me some jelly with Mason. I miss your eyes, Nora Pacha, Joanna Gramacki and I always said you had the prettiest eyes ever. I miss your contagious laugh and how you made every situation better. I miss your sweet emails, if I wasn’t such a dumb kid and then teenager I would have opened my eyes and listened to you. I will regret this for the rest of my life. I miss the dances. I miss you coming over for my birthdays. I miss you coming over to swim and watch movies. I miss our lou malnatis food fights in my basement. I miss our pool and poker nights. I miss I miss our truth or dare “awkward moments” and how we could always laugh it off afterwards. I miss AIM and how we could be messaging each other and talking on the phone at the same time. I miss driving around in your mom’s station wagon when she would drive us to the movies or mall when we were little. I miss the football games. I miss going to scary movies and having to sit in a middle seat because you were scared of the aisles and something grabbing you. I miss grabbing you in the scary movies and freaking you out anyways. I miss freshman algebra and how Ali Macaroni, Harris Hassan, you and I would always goof around but Mr. Hesik loved us deep down. I miss throwing notes at each other during study halls throughout high school. I miss 7th grade when you helped me carry my book to all of my classes when I was on crutches for 6 months. I miss freshman and sophomore year when you carried my books when I had my shoulder surgeries. I miss the fact that when I finally let someone drive my car I chose you and then you almost killed us turning into Blockbuster. I miss your competitive nature and how you always pushed for what you wanted. We drifted apart and I wasted so much time with horrible people who treated me like absolute crap. You tried to warn me but I never listened. I thought we’d be friends forever and I never thought one day you would be gone. I hate the fact that I’ll never be able to talk to you again and I miss you so much. All that’s left are memories and it kills me. I love you Mike and will miss you forever!
Posted on: Sun, 28 Jul 2013 04:09:37 +0000
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