Posted by Tiphymonster on January 25, 2004 at 08:57:46:
Date: 25 Jun 2003
Sara, as I sit here at work under the artificial lights and temperature controlled room I try not to think about the could have been's. I try really hard to remember that when I come across your name, picture, a reference or something that just reminds me of you, that you are in a better place. that you are in the brightest, wholest, most beautiful form of life. you've passed on to become something better than this physical form we all worry about. this is what I truly believe. but why do I feel like you were cheated? why do I feel like we were all cheated out of hearing your laugh everyday, enjoying your wonderful cleavage and smile or your crazy/silly/weird sense of humor? people can talk all day about your warmth, beauty, personality, presence. we can look at pictures and reminisce about you; remember you. but none of it seems fair. none of it is good enough. none of it even fills a fraction of the way people felt when they were around you. we weren't close, Sara. didn't have deep conversations about life. we didn't bond the way that you and colleen did. but I fucking miss your bitch ass. I want to play dress up and go to the club and booty dance with you. I wouldn't even mind if you whined, bitched or made me drive. *le sigh* one day Sara, you colleen and I will dance among the stars and watch hot chics masturbate to bad porn. much love, tiphany