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Today I saw a thumbnail of a man who looked like you. For a moment I was hopeful, but it was too good to be true. it’s like when I had that dream we met again where it’s like we were kids or teens and we were having fun. Then you were in the hospital because you were sick, and me and my mom and your mom were sitting in the waiting room waiting for word on if you were okay or not. I had knowledge in the dream you had died. But it was so real, I thought it was real. I wished and wished and wished that you were okay. Then we got to see you, alive and well in your cot. And then I woke up.
I feel bad that we haven’t gotten in contact with your mom since we received a reply from the condolence card we sent. She talked about us meeting up but… well, we forgot, but it’s been hectic over here too. My mom’s sick a lot and she’s so disabled now she can barely walk. I have worries about what might come next.
I experienced friendship and being in a friend group for the past months and now I don’t have it anymore. My mental health has deteriorated over the year but I’m doing pretty okay the last week or so. Not to jinx it...
I still wish we could have encountered each other as adults. The last I heard about you before this was that you were in jail. Because you had been doing drugs and maybe other risky things too. Your grandfather told us. He wasn’t disappointed in you from what I recall, it was more like he and your family were relieved because at least they knew you weren’t dead.
I’m sure you had your reasons for turning to drugs. But though you didn’t overdose, it affected your heart. I wish you didn’t. I wish you were still here, even if I didn’t get to see you.
I don’t believe in heaven, ghosts or a god for that matter, but if there could be a heaven, I hope you’re there.
I feel bad that we haven’t gotten in contact with your mom since we received a reply from the condolence card we sent. She talked about us meeting up but… well, we forgot, but it’s been hectic over here too. My mom’s sick a lot and she’s so disabled now she can barely walk. I have worries about what might come next.
I experienced friendship and being in a friend group for the past months and now I don’t have it anymore. My mental health has deteriorated over the year but I’m doing pretty okay the last week or so. Not to jinx it...
I still wish we could have encountered each other as adults. The last I heard about you before this was that you were in jail. Because you had been doing drugs and maybe other risky things too. Your grandfather told us. He wasn’t disappointed in you from what I recall, it was more like he and your family were relieved because at least they knew you weren’t dead.
I’m sure you had your reasons for turning to drugs. But though you didn’t overdose, it affected your heart. I wish you didn’t. I wish you were still here, even if I didn’t get to see you.
I don’t believe in heaven, ghosts or a god for that matter, but if there could be a heaven, I hope you’re there.
