“Nice seeing you last night”
That was the last text message you sent me about a week ago. I never responded. You facebook messaged me a few nights ago. I never responded.
And now you’re gone.
When I first met you, you were very nice, very sociable, and always made the effort to have a conversation with me. For the longest time, you wanted to hang out with me. You were even frustrated at one point. I’m sorry, I was just really guarded. But you still persisted. You eventually became afraid to come up to me. You would just tap my shoulder and walk away. You were afraid of something. And I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry. You tried so hard, and I didn’t budge. I was always either busy or just didn’t want to give wrong impressions. I was guarded.
You were a gentleman, and I never really gave you the time of day. I’m SO SO SORRY.
You were so young and tragically left us too early. I know you are in a better place in heaven watching over the people you love now, but I wish I got to know you better. I cannot help but feel a certain sense of guilt for how I was to you before you were taken from us. I feel guilty for never giving the chance to really hang out with you.
UGH, fuck. I’m so so so sorry. This isn’t fair.
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