Dylan

Dylan was always there for me when I needed him. He was there for me even when I didn't need him. He was the type of person that I could call at 4 in the morning with a problem, and he'd talk me through it. (...and that actually happened several times.)

 

A true best friend.

 

He died about a year and a half ago. I was in Italy at the time, so I couldn't even make it to the funeral. I still cry sometimes, and not a day goes by when I don't miss him.

 

 

This photo:

Because he lived back at home, and I was away at college most of the year, our friendship played out mainly on the phone and online.

 

Anyway, I kept a Livejournal, and on one of my more lengthy entries, I ended by mentioning how long the entry was, saying that I'd be surprised if anyone would actually take the time to read it.

 

This was his reply.

 

I miss you Dylan...

 

Taken for FGR - Someone Once Told Me

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