it's so surreal. i just can't... PICTURE it. i can't make it make sense. shawn wasn't a normal person, the kind that dies. he was my heart. so of all the organs for god to take first, i don't see why the fuck it'd be the most vital one. i'd always taken him for granted because it seemed like, no matter what happened between us, we couldn't stay mad at each other. we couldn't NOT be best friends. now i've just been wandering my house, thinking "oh shawn," thinking about conversations that were casual at the time but seem pivotal in retrospect. my dad threw his car keys and credit cards at me, saying he was sorry and to go to florida and do what i have to do and just get in touch when i can. so i'll be there soon, on valium and off work. i need to be there. i need to hug everyone. i'll cut anyone who gets between me and that state line. it's going to be so weird... so WRONG... the commune coming together again but for a funeral. shayn n.
when I first found out my second thought went to you. Anytime I thought of Shawn, you came to mind and vice versa. I'll never forget the nights at the commune listening to Thursday or arguing over which Jimmy Johns sandwich was better... or laying on the hood of the cars and discussing the possibilities of an alternate universe.
My thoughts go out to you... if you need a place to stay while you're here, you're more than welcome at my place.
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am I missing something?
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Anytime I thought of Shawn, you came to mind and vice versa.
I'll never forget the nights at the commune listening to Thursday or arguing over which Jimmy Johns sandwich was better...
or laying on the hood of the cars and discussing the possibilities of an alternate universe.
My thoughts go out to you... if you need a place to stay while you're here, you're more than welcome at my place.
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How did you find out?
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