The boy you used to gush over so hard around these times cried about how he loved you on your casket. I can’t tell you the urge I fought to want to text you and tell you all about it- you would laugh because he missed his chance. Although, you would never read it, or respond because you were already right there in front of us, unable to hear.

You were my best friend of seven fucking years, and we threw it all out the window over petty drama. Both of us were in the wrong, but not ready to resolve anything yet. I cherish all the years you were the absolute best to me. You held me when I was sad, you held my hand when I was scared. You had my back for so long.

I wish we would of had more time to fix things but I never regretted our friendship and a lot of you has shaped who I am today. I love you, and sleep well with our furbabies forever.