just got back from the wake. he looked peaceful enough.
he did not even leave a note. he was due to get married.
he called everyone and made plans that he did not intend
to keep. no one believes that he is gone. i definitely do not
want to remember him this way. he is Rock. the long haired
weirdo with the deepest, sexiest voice. he is the narcissist
who takes himself in different roles. he is the tough guy who
kicks asses. he is the friend who held my hand when i broke
down. he is the guy who got me new friends so i can move on.
Rock. if u can see me, u must know that i love u even if u were a horrible friend.
