Kriza, you’re hair was the best damn hair I can remember. It was so short and I remember I used to keep staring at you, while you chatted away in Wheeler’s internet cafe. I was constantly as Lyn if you were single and stuff, turns out, you weren’t and we became friends. The craziest trio I have ever met. You’d come around with your killer ass sunglasses and be a camera whore and we’d be teasing you every possible way we could. I can’t believe you’re gone, just when I recalled the tattoo you got and the story behind it. I remember your laugh like it was just yesterday me and Jenn were teasing you. I remember the first time I went to your place and how I tried so hard to hide you from your abusive husband. We got him though didn’t we? You stayed at my place for a couple of days and I picked you guys up by the mall late at night and I somehow was able to get my mom to understand that you needed me. We would ride a bike around your village, go eat tapsilog near the church, we even went to that fast food restaurant and talked about your future and getting a job. I didn’t know sweetcheeks and I’m so sorry that I didn’t know. I thought you were fine, I thought I’d be seeing you again when I got home. Remember that stuffed bear I gave to you before I left, you said you always wanted something as a remembrance of me right? And you randomly pointed that out in the cheapest of all stores and you said, “That’s what I want Josh. To keep me company, that’s what I want.” It wasn’t enough, I should have known it wasn’t enough. I can’t believe it, I just can’t believe it. Just the other day I was thinking about you and now you took the cyanide at hopes to get to a happier place.
I’m so sorry sweetcheeks, I wish I was there, I wish I was fucking there. I’m so sorry. I miss you so much Kriz, my prayers are with you.
