Happy Birthday Bryant. It’s been about 14 months since you passed. I miss you son. Although before you passed we weren’t as close as before, you didn’t deserve that son. Son, no homo, your smile could light up a room. Even though I didn’t like the way you decided to live your life, you were still like family to me. I have no idea how I met you, just some Dominican shit, I guess. I remember you and Elizabeth used to come to my house and shit. I remember one time you took a picture at my house for your myspace profile, lmao I’m lame. I remember the week before freshman year I kept seeing you everywhere after like 4 years. First the little cookout at my house, then at freshman orientation, and then we bought our uniform on the same day, at the same place. Freshman year, everything was cool. Sophomore year, we had Biology together. Although you never went, we did have a nice talk the last week of school about how you were going to buckle the following year. I don’t know if you started to buckle down or not because we didn’t really talk much anymore, it got to a point that we weren’t even like family anymore, just niggas that went to school together. I regret letting that happen, but we were just two different types of people. Now that you’ve passed, there’s nothing I can do. A lot of people have pretended like they were your best friend and shit. I have no reason to pretend. It doesn’t affect me how people wish they were with you, I’m still gonna miss you the same. I’ve never cried as much as I did at your viewing. I just hate when people say you’re in a better place now because there is no better place than now, with your friends and family. So, I guess that’s it. Happy 18th birthday, really sucks where you have to spend it.
P.S. Ugh, I don’t know, I guess I just wish you were still here.