Leather jackets, Bad hair and Shitty music.

This week has been long, and for a lack of a better word- emotionally booby-trapped.

I've never been one to wear my heart on my sleeve,

Nor have I ever been very emotional, or good at expressing what I feel.

However, I feel like this is my small, reasonably unedited corner of the world. 

I don't really have a speech, or even a paragraph about this.

David was my first boyfriend, 

Hilarious and awkward first kiss,

I used to jokingly refer to him as the definition of tall, dark and handsome.

But really, I feel like that was such a small detail in our almost 8 year history--

Which was honestly everything but romantic.

More importantly, he was one of my best and closest friends. 

For the last few years, we've sat in more parking lots, 

drank more coffee, had more barn evenings,

 ate more oranges and talked for more hours than I can count.

I still have silly emails we sent from his senior trip in Europe, '05

Everything signed (platonicallz of course) because the keyboards in

Switzerland had the Y and Z swapped.

I don't really have much else to say, 

I feel like we knew too much about each other to be able to make any kind of parting speech,

without saying too much or too little in the other's favor.

For all the butch lesbian, fat ass, and fag tank top jokes, 

he always had such a high respect of me that I had expect more from myself as well. 

Those kind of people are rare in life, 

recognize them,

 know them while you have them.

I'm 14 again every time I see this picture.

For the record-

 I'm a little pissed you won't be awake to see my awesome black dress for your visitation.

It's valid proof I'm not a horse riding dike, so who gets the last laugh now bitchman!

Renaissance Festival '04

I'm 14, David is 17.

"Death is not the end, it is only the beginning of a new adventure.
Yet this time, you are wiser, stronger, and surrounded by love. "
My Heart, David.
Love,  (platonicallz of course)
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