I don't remember much about him. Lots of people called him mean, and agressive, and just being a downright pain in the neck. But you know what? Lots of people just didn't know him. The people closer to him know him for what he really was. A fun, lovable guy. Please don't judge him by what you assume he was, and just talk trash about him just because he's gone. Because I know that none of you would be able to endure what he went through without complaining. He was brave, and determined, and someone everyone should admire.
I remember in seventh grade, he was my football captain. And I naturally suck at sports. So I naturally fumbled that football at the last second, and our team lost the game. But even when the other guys shot dark looks at me, he came up to me, gave me a pat on the back, and smiled.
"It's okay. You tried. That's what counts."
And that's what I'll remember about him forever. That he was kind enough to comfort me, when everyone else was too disgusted to. And it's hard to face the fact that I'll never see him again. Never. And that's when it really hits me.
Whoa. He's gone.
He's not coming back.
And I hope every Valentine's Day, you guys'll set aside a minute and think about him. Don't forget him, please.
I don't remember much about him. Lots of people called him mean, and agressive, and just being a downright pain in the neck. But you know what? Lots of people just didn't know him. The people closer to him know him for what he really was. A fun, lovable guy. Please don't judge him by what you assume he was, and just talk trash about him just because he's gone. Because I know that none of you would be able to endure what he went through without complaining. He was brave, and determined, and someone everyone should admire.
I remember in seventh grade, he was my football captain. And I naturally suck at sports. So I naturally fumbled that football at the last second, and our team lost the game. But even when the other guys shot dark looks at me, he came up to me, gave me a pat on the back, and smiled.
"It's okay. You tried. That's what counts."
And that's what I'll remember about him forever. That he was kind enough to comfort me, when everyone else was too disgusted to. And it's hard to face the fact that I'll never see him again. Never. And that's when it really hits me.
Whoa. He's gone.
He's not coming back.
And I hope every Valentine's Day, you guys'll set aside a minute and think about him. Don't forget him, please.
Impress me. Sing along to Bon Jovi and Muse with me. Watch Lion King until your eyes hurt. Laugh at all my jokes. Buy me striped clothing on my birthday! Learn to love my Mickey. (: Memorize my phone number, and memorize it RIGHT. Buy me CD albums for my birthday/Christmas/anything! Never tell me you want to watch me swim. Get me Vitamin Water when I'm stressed. (: Tell me your life story. I'll tell you mine.
