Dates have no meaning.
It was Thursday.
Approximately 7:03pm.
We were at the grocery store.
My dad had tried to call.
Then my mom.
Then my dad again.
I finally answered.
"This is why you answer your phone!"
He yelled as he fought through tears.
"What's going on!?"
"Seth's dead!"
No thats impossible. He's only 18.
18 year olds don't die.
They're too young.
To much to live for.
Dates have no meaning.
Until they do.
05/13/2021.
The day you died.
My best friend.
My Man of Honor in my wedding.
My brother.
9 years I've known you.
Growth spurts.
Puberty.
Youth Group.
Life.
Late Friday nights.
We did it all.
We saw the sea, and swam in the ocean.
You were the first boy I ever had a sleep over with.
Only because my dad trusted you.
We talked about life like it meant something to a 14 year old.
You were the most beautiful soul I'd ever met.
I thought of you almost everyday.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't reach out.
We should've went for coffee.
I should've kept in touch.
It was my responsibility.
I'm so sorry.
I need you to know I love you.
I love you.
Not loved.
Just because you died doesn't mean I'll ever stop loving you.
I hate that.
When people say I loved them.
No. You still love them.
They're dead.
Not erased from history.
I still LOVE you.
Always bougie boy. 🖤
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