When I was 9 I met a young man named Justin. He had a great laugh, and a beautiful smile. He was friends with my cousin, and they worked together. He sat with us and chatted for a while.
Fast forward 9 years.....
I went to watch a band play with a few friends. One of the members of the band was interested in my friend. There were two other people in the band as well - a Kurt Cobain look alike, and this man with blue dread locks who looked so familiar to me that I was instantly drawn to him.
I remember his smile, it's imprinted on my brain.
I remember his laugh, I can still hear it ringing in my ears.
After a short lived relationship, we parted ways. We didn't talk to one another, and when we would see each other the only thing passed between us was a glare.
Then we ran into each other at a bar. Apparently liquid courage was all we needed to bridge the huge crater in our friendship. I remember the way his eyes lit up when he saw me. I remember the feel of his arms as he wrapped me into one of his famous hugs. We talked. We laughed. We exchanged phone numbers. From that moment on, our friendship continued to grow.
Now you're gone, and I need to know.....
Does it ever get better? Will the grief ever subside?
