Still waiting for your call...
Every year around the 23rd of December Matt called me. No matter where he was he called me. Even when he was overseas fighting in Iraq. He made sure to give me a buzz. But this year is the first year that you will not call me.
April 9th you shot yourself in the head with your own gun. You came to me. You needed me. I had to work and pushed you aside. But little did I know that you really, REALLY needed me. I should have been there. I should have called you and asked what's going on giving my advise that you NEVER listened to. I told you to come here to see me, but your job was too important. More important than your life, I suppose. Matt, why couldn't you have just listened to me? How bad could my way have turned out? At least you could change your mind. But you blew your brains out and now I'm left alone wishing I could give up what I love most to bring you back.
So Merry Christmas Matt. I just wanted to let you know that your life had one woman who remembered you and always will: me. I miss you and wish more than anything in the world that you would call me this season. I miss you and I love you.
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