I had a dream last night about my old friend. He was talking to me I think. It was weird. I cried as he told me how weird it felt to know he would never turn 30. How strange it was not that long ago we were chilling in his room. I told him our birthdays land in the same month, it’d feel strange being a year older and how unfair it is he doesn’t get that. I cried and felt so much pain. He said he loved his family. It was strange. I felt the regret that I never talked to him more before his accident that my social awkwardness kept me away. I wasn’t very mature I guess. I had his number I could have called or texted. I have him on Facebook, I could have dropped a message. I know where he lived, I could have dropped by. I never did. I’m sorry friend. I’m glad for those two moments before that we had. The time I ran into him at Wal-Mart and we hung out talking then gave him a ride home. That’s the night I knew for a fact he were a good person and regretted a lot of mistakes he made in his past. He told me about a night he got too drunk and made the mistake of driving home. He told me he made it home and swore that would never happen again. He were scared, I thought for his safety. Nope, his biggest concern was for other innocent people. He never did do that again. I don’t show it but he cross my mind here and there. I’m happy he got to experience a lot of great things before passing. I’m sad I wasn’t a more supportive friend.
Last night we had a talk, briefly. It was strange. We even looked at photos. They were photos I lost when my I touch was stolen. He had them. I’m glad we crossed paths though and I have my memories.
guys i literally cry because i want to meet my bby Norman sooo bad!! watching videos on youtube of him meeting other people i’m like awww when he calls them sweetheart but then i cry because i want to be called sweetheart or babe and be hugged by him!