He who wears black leads a colourful life.

Sometimes I walk up the stairs and I find myself really missing you. Your hair always too long and crazy, the hair that I cut. Your clothes not fitting well, always a little out of shape, faded from too much wear and washing. Your smile, showing those teeth, slightly parted, causing your tongue to form the lisp that only I noticed. Don't you see that if you went away you'd be ridding the world of so much. You'd be taking away the light in so many peoples lives. You'd be taking away some of my light. I may not tell you this enough, or ever, but I miss you. Not romantically, but as a friend. You were the only person who opened those parts of my mind. How can you not see how much I'd miss you if you were gone forever?