skinny love

Always patient, and always kind, it was written for you.

You don't have to be exceedingly tightly bound to another soul to feel sorrow for their passing. You don't have to memorize their history to love them. You don't even have to know the person, but you can still share their life in memories.

(For Cory, the boy from North Country.)


Most of my time spend with you was years back. We would get high at camp outs and make toasts at the lake to faces with similar smiles. We were friends through friends, and yet you being gone has made me feel for you and all those in between.

Chris was one of your best friends, and I loved Chris's heart more than my own for many, many moons. I can't say enough to make you understand how much you being gone will effect him. All of your friends knew you as the guy with the laughter that outshines the sun. The man with the baby face that made all dull days a bit more promising. And the boy with the alphabetized CD selection that was whipped out on number occasions so everyone had something to dance to while talking shit at the flip cup table.

I didn't know your fears. I didn't know your favorite food or movie or color or song. I didn't know enough about you, which is one of my regrets. I wish I had gotten to know you better. It sounds cliche, but damn it's the honest to God truth.

Numbness has set in. I know you'll be cherishing your time with Winston, TuPac, and Biggie in heaven. I saw your status that you wrote saying you weren't an angel. Lucky for you, you were an angel long before you died. Everyone knows that. You need to know it now.

Give everyone in heaven the heads up, because they are about to party their faces off with you. Keep the good times rolling. And come say hello when everyone raises their glasses in your honor. Don't be a stranger, your boys need you just like they always have.

I hope you didn't suffer. I hope you are so pain free right now. I hope you know how much everyone is broken. You know this. Miss you so badly.