I love you. I love you more than all the fish in the sea, and all the stars in the sky. I love you and the way you loved me back. I love your "fuck it" attitude. I love your bad influence. I love the way we spun in your room until we blacked out, and how we laughed under flashing lights until we were sick to the stomach. I loved how you called me so late on your tinsy pink flip phone, and I love the way you always knew what to do when I was sad, even if it was just to hold me, and be silent. I love how high on life we both were, or I thought you were. I look at the pictures of us, of you. Your smile, your face, your body...you. I wonder what you were thinking that day. I wonder what made you feel like you couldn't come to me. I wonder what went through your mind as you jumped off the edge. I imagine, I hope, that it was pure freedom. That it was all your worries whooshing away. You said have "seen enough, heard enough, tasted enough", and ike, I believe you. I only hope that you have found your peace, and all the happiness you were looking for.
I will miss you more than words can ever explain and more than pictures will ever show. I see you so clearly in my mind and I am afraid of losing that image. I see you everywhere. People look like you, people talk like you, people remind me of you. Everything reminds me of you, and how much I wish this wasn't real. But you were real Alex, you were so very real to me, and I don't know how life will go on. I don't know how I will ever be the same without you. You were this chapter in my life, that I never want to end. Perpetually 21, you shall live on in my memory as my first love, my best friend, my biggest smiles, my everything.
An aspiring journalist, advocate for justice and Justice Kirby fanatic is working towards graduation, a real job, and all her big ideas. So really, this is a place for practising those ideas. For practising real life. For penning my youth. All that.