Last night my roommates and I spent an hour and a half laughing hysterically because one of my roommates has the best laugh ever. It’s a high pitched laugh that is like what you imagine an old woman’s belly laugh would be. He was simultaneously laughing and crying because of how hard he was laughing over nothing. Ans it was also the most infectious laugh ever cuz a big guy like him shouldn’t have that laugh.
But, as I rolled over, I was reminded of all the times I spent with you and your infectious laugh, and how I’ll never have those times ever again. It was a little sad and I do miss you a lot man, like nobody will understand. I’m pretty sure I got over everything, but I just don’t get why after a month I’m still remembering this stuff. Probably because they were really good times and I did love it. But hey, everyone had to move on sometime right?