My Best friend grew up with me in Sweden. Heh, had our first kiss under a waterfall at 13. The day after, her fathers car crashed into a tree after skidding on black ice.
I was due to go to New Zealand to live in a week, so I can't remember anything.
I don't think I'll go back yet. Not ready to pay my last respects.
Gods, if she was still alive, I don't know. I'd be a very different person.
Not used to emotions, apart from anger and rage.
I know regret now.
And loss.
And the sense of missing someone.
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Kinfe in yur' gut, Knife in yur' gut, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah.......