It’s strange, the last couple months or so I’ve been reminiscing about my home town and the people I grew up with and share some of my fondest memories with. Over the course of these last few months I had expressed to some of my “newer” friends my feeling of nostalgia and how I missed the adventures I would go on and always wondered why now that I’m older, we don’t do that as much. Whenever I recounted these times in my mind you were always there, laughing with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen and your ridiculous hair flying around your face. It always brought a smile to mine and it still does.
I remember when you told me you were going to be president someday and I believed you. I believed you because I knew you could do it, because even as a teenager you were probably one of the smartest people I had ever known and your ability to care about other human beings and issues was so pure and genuine that I knew if you set your mind to it, there would be no question. Now that I think about it I’m not sure there are many people I’ve met that are as good as you. Never an ill intent, anything you did was out of love for others.
I remember countless nights of hanging out in random parks and having some of the deepest conversations to grace my ears and you had no idea how much I cherished those moments, even then. Those are what I miss the most about growing up. Everyone is too scared to have those kind of talks anymore. I swear that I will try to be better about this and I will try to have late night chats about what life really means while staring up at the stars and I will try to be young again and I will remember you in those moments.
I’m sorry I stayed away from home too long and I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to see you one last time. I love you and thank you so fucking much.
To the President.
Sums up our friend beautifully.