There’s a picture on my wall of you getting your PhD, a few months before the accident. The beaming
There’s a picture on my wall of you getting your PhD, a few months before the accident. The beaming smile reminds me of our best times together and the smiles you brought to everyone, and I mostly reflect on that picture fondly. . . Today was different. I woke up angry, and honestly have been for days leading up to today. . . Pride is such an idiotic thing. I’m so angry that I missed out on the last year and a half of your life because of Pride. I’m angry that you’re not here for me to vent to you about my anger, as I always did. I’m so angry that our last phone call was a faint shadow of our relationship, and had I known it would be our last I would have ensured it was far more meaningful and happy. . . I’m so sorry. I was mad at you because our plans had fallen through that Sunday day in October. I was angry because I really wanted to stroll the Brooklyn bridge with you, and spend time with you because I missed my friend. I still really, really miss my friend, and I’m so sorry for being so angry with you for all that time. . . You’ve always understood me as a person more than most, and but for our pride, we missed out on entire eras in each others lives. And I’m livid about it. -- source link