October 29, 2004 - 1:15 a.m. We used to worry about things being so final; in the backs of our heads we thought that nothing would ever be the same and that all of our memories would just fade into meaninglessness. You made it sound like it would all end tomorrow, but really, friends like these don't disappear overnight. I don't think you understand how many stories I tell about us, about our deep mental connections, about our agape. I don't think you understand how much I love being absolutely serious, absolutely honest. And I miss your being there, but I don't know that I ever really appreciated it until the end. But you already know what I'd say about time and how there's never enough. And I hope this isn't too bold of me, despite the vaugueness, because I always fear that one of these days I'll crack you too hard and you'll shatter. But then again, you might like that. ...before & after...