do you remember the first time we met?

it was in one of our favourite bars in sydney. the time was about 3 am and we danced our drunken feet out on the streets and walked for hours, going nowhere to later end up at yours. i fed your bird and wrestled your cat.

we kept meeting up, occasionally we kissed, sometimes we slept together. it was ok, it was a friendship where those things were permitted and acceptable.


please don't die.


i remember the scar on your stomach. i asked where you got it from and you said you were given it in iraq from sleeping on your gun. it was sad but amazing to be around you, you were so real and full of knowledge,you always had something to talk about and your british accent was just as stunning as it was confusing.


one thing that made me like you considerably much was the amount of drinking you did. i had never before met anyone else that could be liquored up 24/7 and adore it. it was like you had no boundaries and i loved it, we would get shitfaced together, do stupid stuff, wake up hungover, drink some more.


please don't die.
please don't die.
please don't die.


do you remember when i broke in to that convenience store and stole your household as many soft drinks as i could fit in my arms? you were paranoid and felt so bad, but still helped me to carry the goods back to yours.
as i wanted to go for a second round you had to drag me back inside from the street and said "the people who own the store are cunts, don't be as much of a cunt as them!"



you've been gone for 4 months now and talking to you tonight made me cry.
your words are always as delicate, you constantly cheer me up and all these good memories have now put me in a feeling of melancholy.

you being an ENFP didn't surprise me at all, actually i was pretty sure you were. that would explain why we got along so well together.


"i'm either an angel or I'm a complete fuckwit that will be doing the world a favour by catching a bullet."



please don't die.
please don't die.
please don't die.
please don't die.
please don't die.
please don't die.


you want me to go to san fransisco with you after you come back from afghanistan.

"we could go and kiss hundreds of girls; they love mad british mods, and they would fall over sidewards for a swedish/aussie princess like yourself. we could walk up to them and pretend we were married, then start cracking on to them, we would have girlfriends in about 5 mins!"