Goodbye Henry

Flashback

-August 3rd-
"Okayyyy drumroll please" Henry called from behind my door. I sat patiently on my bed, ready for his summer outfit reveal.
I patted on my legs makeshifting a drumroll. He stepped out.
"Woah" I gasped at his style
"Just the reaction I was hoping for" he laughed and moved closer to me.
He stood in his black denim shorts that hung just above the knee, not only that but paired with an amazing navy tie dye tank top, classy and original.
"Okay missy. Your turn" he slumped next to me.
"Ughhhh why" I lay back on my bed.
"Because" he joined me "I love your style! You always look so cute!" He took my hand and looked at me. For me?" He smiled and did his puppy eyes forcing me to look away and laugh.
"Fiiineee" I laughed and sat up. He followed as we were still holding hands.
"You have to let go of me then" I laughed. He pulled me back to stand in front of him. I looked at his Green gem eyes as he looked up at me.

Henry was always fun like that.

He would then put his hands around my waste and pull me so I fell over him. I loved when we could joke around like that, it wasn't flirting but it wasn't too friendly.
-Present-
We laughed so much that day.
I loved thinking back to all those times. Thinking back to the times when it wasn't 4 days from his funeral. It was so strange to be thinking about him and missing him, but then realising in 4 days I would be sat, remembering him for his was now only going to be in the past. He was now only a fragment of memory and past.

Henry Rogers inflicted my life with his smile and passion. He got me to know so many great things and experience so many things I thought I was afraid of. Henry Rogers was my best friend but Henry Rogers is dead. No matter how many times you read that sentence you won't be able to feel what I feel or felt. You couldn't imagine for the life of you the pain I endured when I lost him. His foster parents were sad but not as conflicted as me, for they barely knew him. They didn't know the amazing Henry I did. They knew the Henry who slept at their house and made a pay check arrive at their house every month. They didn't get his full personality that I did. I got the real Henry.

We did get questions as to why we weren't together. In honesty I couldn't answer. I couldn't tell you why we weren't. We would of worked, of course it would. We were perfect for each other. We could laugh all day, could be around each other for a million years and it wasn't like we were too close of friends to not be able to fall in love. We were really close but could of easily fallen in love. If I think back I'm glad we didn't get Together, maybe it's easier to loose a best friend than a first love. I think loosing Henry as my first love would of driven me off the wall crazy. Loosing him as a best friend was bad enough but I couldn't imagine if I'd lost him when we had experienced a lot more together.

If you've ever lost someone my only advice would be, listen to the people who promise it gets better. I promise you myself it does. I admit I didn't listen either. I thought loosing someone like Henry would be impossible to recover from, I was right there, i will never get over loosing him but it gets easier to comprehend he's not around anymore.