My [Best] Friend

November 15, 2019

I just want to stay in bed all day. . .

I'm not okay.

I don't know how. . .

I'm suppose to move ahead.

It's hard.

My friend.

No.

My best friend,

you were always there. . .

when no one else was.

I'm miss you.

I'm grateful for what you did.

You supported me.

In many ways through. . .

art,

music,

mental health,

in school,

seeing life differently,

and I couldn't ask for more.

Thank you for being the best.

It hurts,

knowing you're gone.

In the little time you had,

you've made an impact.

An impact that will forever last.

I love you!

I'm sorry,

we didn't talk much.

I hope you're happy.

Happy that I'm following the promise I kept.

I miss you,

my best friend.

R.I.P. José Armando Rosales

1/22/1998 - 11/10/2019

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