It’s been years since the last time I logged in here… And the first thing that pops in my screen is 4 private messages that David sent me and I hadn’t read.
I haven’t found the words to express myself until today.
I just want to remember David as the amazing person he was. David was a super friendly boy, always smiling, with very expressive eyes. He was the kind of friend that sends chocolates for Christmas, magnets after his trips, and sweets with ‘get well soon’ postcards.
Being friends with him was an honour. He liked keeping in touch. He was always lifting others up, even if he needed to be lifted up too. I got used to his ‘good morning sunshine, want some coffee? ’ messages and to his ‘hola amigaaaaaa’ tweets. He loved sharing the little things that made him happy, such as a sunny morning, a rainbow, a cup of coffee or a day in the beach. If he noticed I was busy, he would just say that we would catch up another day. Now I think my priorities were wrong; I should have never put off conversations with him.
He never complained, at least not to me. He always seemed to be in a good mood even if he was struggling hard. I told him I was very proud.
I never thought I would have to face his passing. That did not seem an option when he first told me about his illness. As time went by I never accepted the idea of not having him.
I don’t want to believe that I will not enjoy his company and our endless chats again. I got used to his friendship so much that the emptiness I feel now hurts.
My only consolation is having told him many times how important he was to me and how much I loved him. But those many times now seem not enough.
David would have wanted me to enjoy life as much as possible and this is the only tribute I can pay to him.
Thank you, David, for having made my days more colourful and bright. You were a true friend, you had a very generous heart, and every second I spent with you was a blast. I love you loads.
R.I.P. my amigo