I knew he was gonna die, I prepared myself for this for like a month. But I’m still crying. But if I hadn’t prepared myself I would be destroyed right now.
We were both so scared, so lonely. It hurts so much. Is death the only thing left for people like him and me?
Open the door please. You’re not dead. You’re not you’re not.
His worst enemy was himself. My worst enemy is myself.
He was brave until the end.
You’re not dead please. Open the door. You’re not. I refuse to believe it you’re not dead you’re not DEAD!!!
WHY
But even if you were still alive, we won’t meet again.
I’ll die next Monday. Just as the other guy.
We really loved him, didn’t we?
He will make us proud, he will make marvelous things we couldn’t.
If there’s an afterlife and I could make a wish, I wish we could meet in there.
I love you so much.
So much, you don’t even know.
You didn’t even know.
I hope someday you will know.
I really want to meet you. Just so I can hug you and tell you everything will be fine.