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Location: UK
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We were childhood friends, and became friends since he died one week ago.
He was from abroad, we weren't as close as we were as kids, but I admired our friendship and since I became weird awkward quiet adult, he still accepted me as his friend. A week has passed since he died at the age of 30 in a house fire and I still can't stop thinking about him. I feel different reactions senses of calm followed by tears anger at those responsible for the fire and their carelessness. I have thoughts of the fire even though I wasn't there, how he could be saved or was saved. I imagine the things I wish to tell him. I imagine him still being alive. Letting go gives me the same crippling feeling when I first found out he died. Sadness, depression and wishing he could come back. I find it unfair for him, he had his life ahead of him, wished we had more time... I feel regret! I regret I became shy and awkward through the years. I really hate myself for it, the missed opportunities. I regret not communicating with him these past 2 years because I was stuck in my own little life crisis. I regret I spent most of our adult friendship chatting rather than making real memories. I regret I didn't go last year over there, see him one more time. I don't know if he'd feel the same as me, but I feel like this about him. And often want to cry. Missing him.... the thought I will never see him again hurts so much. I know, I am meant to man up or grow up and let go by now.....but it's so hard.... I feel sad, I feel butterflies in my chest since then, shocked, I can't stop thinking about him, his name and his face is always on my mind. And I play storylines in my brain. I do try and get on with my life, but my mind does sometimes drift off to him. |
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