Bad News

I just wanted to put this up, because I'm upset, and needed to get this out. My friend was killed tonight. I saw him two months ago, before I left for school in Pittsburgh. He gave me a hug, and told me he was so excited for me, and promised to come see me soon. He wasn't always on time, and he was disorganized, and had a temper. He forgot things, a lot, and he hated school. But he was loyal, and he always followed through on a bet (he wore pink pjs to school once). He protected me from a dog once, and he took me to my first high school dance when I didn't have a date. He watched Titanic with me because I hate watching sad movies alone, and he liked Mint Chocolate Chip almost as much as I did. He hated every one of my boyfriends when they broke my heart, and he went to every single one of my swim meets. He called at 4am, just to say hi, and he mailed McDonald's toys to me, cuz I like little cheesy gifts almost as much as I like getting mail. He helped my brothers fix up a car for me for my 17th birthday, and then he taught me how to drive it. He liked rock and roll, but he had a secret passion for country music, just like me. His hair was a different color every week, and he finished high school early so he could get a full-time job to help his mom after his dad left them. He was the kindest, most caring soul I've ever met, even if he wasn't perfect all the time. I miss him. And I can't imagine not being able to tell him everything I just told you. Please remember that when you go to bed tonight. You don't know when you might see someone for the last time. Don't let them leave without telling them how much they mean to you. I miss you, Jon.