Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained.

Yesterday, one of my oldest friends died in a car crash, he was only 20 years old. We had known each other our entire lives, who knew that that would end up meaning I knew him his entire life.

We were in a little group of four in primary school, and frequently went to each others houses. I remember in particular, his birthday parties were great fun, with bouncy castles galore. He was such great fun, he was such great fun his entire life.

At the beginning of secondary school, we separated a bit, when he went with the cooler kids and I fitted in better with the nerdier kids. But he'd always go out of his way to say hi. I remember one time his friend was taking the mick out of me, and he jumped in and defended me. That takes serious guts to stand up to a friend.

Around year 10, we became close again. It felt so natural. We went to parties together with all our friends. Spent numerous New Years together. And spent all lunches together with him and our close, amazing little friendship group.

He then went to college with the majority of our little friendship group, when I stayed in Sixth form. That was the end of our time of being super close.

Whenever we saw each other from then on, we'd have a good catch up, always smiling. His family live just up the road from me. We haven't spoken for a long time, I spoke to his mum more recently than him. I feel guilt that I hadn't seen him for a long time, and now I simply can't rectify that. But that's nothing to dwell on.

Something to dwell on is that he was such a lovely lad, honestly always smiling and laughing.

Heaven has another angel.

me almost falling asleep: I think I've solved the mystery of Atlantis and the cure for cancer and starving in Africa and the problems for all bad things in the universe