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I think I'm mad at you for not being here to experience the things we spent a decade talking about, fantasizing about future plans. I was always your biggest fan, you told me your childhood dreams, I would have moved mountains to see you achieve every single goal you had.
I think I'm also resentful to see the things you deserved to be here for finally come to fruition like this stupid tour that you always mentioned and now you cant even go... and all these other people can.
but...selfishly, i think im mostly mad at myself for being ABLE to experience these things you wanted to experience... knowing that you cant. So im subconsciously punishing myself by not allowing myself to experience anything either.
Sometimes i think that when you died, so did i
Its sad, I keep noting when something comes up that you would have loved, been interested in, or were looking forward to and adding it to this growing list of regrets. Although, everything reminds me of you to be honest, i dont see how it wouldnt after spending 1/3rd of our lives together. You were meant to be here.
Debating if the metal from 2022 is better or worse than what we always had on repeat during roadtrips - To play the games you were excited for and preorder the ones that werent released yet knowing it could be another Cyberpunk flop but hey "it looks cool" -and ultimately to go to this stupid blink 182 tour thats clearly foreshadowing the nostalgic 90s bands descent into classics, all these bands coming back as to remind us that we are getting older. You were meant to be here, getting older.
Elesha and I have been travelling more and more; I keep telling her that eventually we need to come up to the PNW so I can pay you a visit and bring you a Wolf's Dragoons challenge coin or something, as a reminder that there's a lot of people that will never forget you, and a lot of people that love you. I'll talk to you later, dude.
I still miss you, talk to you next year Kyle