My Andrew held my hand when I had anxiety attacks and wrote love notes in my notebooks. My Andrew took me to look at Christmas lights with the windows down while we held hands and talked all night. My Andrew let me see him every day he had mono, when not even his girlfriend was allowed over. He was my teammate, my best friend, my 'fiance'. My Andrew cried with me, laughed with me, went to plays and dinner with me. Sometimes we just sat. We didn't need to talk...that was our way. He let me dress him up on "Rent a Senior Day," helped me with my volleyball team and held me when my grandma died. He had roses waiting for me when I ambushed his car with 70 red balloons on Valentine's Day. We divulged our deepest secrets and our fondest desires. We knew each other, at times, better than we knew ourselves. I love him. I loved him. I was the best version of me when I was with him.
My Andrew's life on earth came to an end this morning... I will forever love you and miss you. On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
rest in peace dear friend...
No comments:
Post a Comment