I wonder what you'd do if you saw me crying over you. You'd probably tell me to suck it up, and get over you. When I found out I sat on the floor and cried my eyes out. People 'round me were staring, gawking. We started off friends, getting to know each other. I told myself that you would be my big brother. We shared a bond, a friendship, a taco. I remember the time you bought me a HUGE bag of candy just for the hell of it. You said you saw it, thought of me, and bought it. I remember the time you took me for tacos one morning. I remember the time I helped you get over a girl, and told you that she wasnt worth it. You held your head up high and moved on. I remember when I had a crush on you, but let it subside because I knew you'd always be my brother. I helped you through some tough times, I told you that things would get better. I'm never going to let you go man, I will always remember you. You made things in life that were boring, seem interesting. You were always there for me. I remember the potty joke, I remember the karate jokes. I even still remember that time I stayed on the phone with you until like 2AM. The tears just come, my emotions are flowing out. My heart squeezes and lets go. My chest tightens and my eyes well up with tears. Every tear that rolls down my cheek, is a memory of you that I'll never forget. Ever time I scream aloud: "I miss you Mike" is really a prayer that your ok. I close my eyes and just remember the times I saw you smile. You're so far away from me, fading away into the clouds. Death is something eternal, something selfish. It took you away from us, you'll never come back......ever. I wonder how it must of felt..... I pray that you went fast, without any pain. May god cradle you in his arms, and you rest in eternal peace and serenity Mike. I love you and miss you so much. You reached out to me, touching me with your heart. You opened your eyes to me, offering friendship and brotherness. My heart weakens and cries, my soul shrivels up and hides. I close my eyes to all around me, all in anticipation for time. Time eases the pain, time heals pain. I wish that time would hurry up and get here. I'm going to end this like a postcard Mike....the one you and I would always make fun of: "Wish you were here."