Day 12 of Grief: We Were a Gang

(transcribed from a drunk ramble)

We truly loved each other.

We loved each other as people. People say, “I love you,” but with us, it was because we were a team.

We were never going to do anything against each other, no matter what.

With Daniel, we were a trio.

We were tight as fuck.

We were rock fucking solid.

Rock fucking solid.

You didn’t go against us. If anything happened one of us, we gathered and fought outwards

We were a gang.

We were tight. We were fucking West Side Story, if you want to think of it in a theatrical, musical-theatre kind of way.

We were a fucking tight unit that fucking loved each other.

That love doesn’t stop.

Even saying that we loved each other feels wrong, its not a past tense thing.

We love each other.