One Month Later
A month ago, on the 28th April 2010 I received a phone call that a childhood friend of 11 years had died in a horrible car accident earlier that morning. He was my absolute everything- my big brother, my best friend and my pillar of support in times when everybody else just seemed to turn away.
The irony was that we had spoken over the phone just the previous evening, so the fact that he had died just didn't register. Even though we lived a great distance from each other, we still managed to talk every day over the phone... When he died I felt so naked and alone. A month later the pain seems to be getting worse, not better. I know that I'd do anything to have him back, but I also know that its not possible