Hey.
I know you can't actually hear or see this. Or maybe you can, if spirits and the afterlife and all of that are real. I sort of want to believe they are right now. The idea of you being gone, permanently, and you never knowing how much you meant to me, that kills me. But the idea that maybe you're still out there somewhere, that you aren't gone forever, that's a comfort.
I hope that me telling you this now isn't too selfish. I would've told you all of this before, honest, but it never occured to me. I haven't had you on Steam or anything, so our direct contact's been nil for a long time. I guess I could've sent a PM at some point, but I never really PMed you after you started reviewing my stories on public threads.
Heh. Remember our private exchanges? We had a secret review system going on that nobody knew about it, like spies or something. B)
Incidentally, this is, like, the exact opposite of the privacy you seemed to value. I hope you don't hate me for that. I need to say all of this, and I guess I need people to see it, too. I hope you can understand that.
I can barely believe you're gone, even now. I never told you, but I've dealt with death in only a few ways before. A couple of dead dogs, and my baby sister who I don't even actually remember. Thinking about her still makes me cry. Her name was Cecilia, and she died when she was born. My mom, see, she was a smoker, so she couldn't breathe. That's a really personal story that I only tell the people closest to me, but I never managed to open up to you and let you know about her until now.
I know that we weren't super close. It might even confuse you a little bit that I'm so sad. But I miss you already, and I know that's only going to get worse the longer you're gone.
You made me a better person. If it weren't for you, I would be ten different kinds of screwed after I'd moved up to Virginia. Instead, I really started to focus on writing, and that saved me. I wouldn't have been able to write like that unless I'd met you, unless you'd taken so much time out of so many days to sit down, read my work and tell me how I could make it better. I always loved seeing new messages from you. Your feedback motivated me to keep going. You and Jav and a few others always had me wanting to prove myself, to show you that I was worth the time and attention you were giving me.
I just wish I could've said all of that in time. I never talked to you like this. Never poured out my heart. It never occured to me to, and neither did the idea that my time with you was limited, that I would never see you again.
I'm also a little sad. I never got back to work on Project 132, I've been grappling so hard with depression and motivation. But I wanted to rewrite it and get back into it, for you and a few others and myself. I wanted to depict you, too- I wanted to finally get around to writing you and Javelin being awesome and blowing stuff up!
I remember that you were looking forward to that. I feel so shitty that you died without ever being able to see it.
I don't know if I can write anymore. Not fiction, anyways. What's the point of writing a story if Walkazo never gets to read or review it?
But then, I know you wouldn't like that. If I know you, you would've wanted me to keep writing, and keep improving, and keep going.
Every word on every page I write for the rest of my life, I will always remember you. It seemed so little to me back then- just innocent little fiction reviews- but it built the foundation upon which I've built my career, and my new life. Without that foundation, I never would have made it here. Not without you.
I love you, Walkazo. Not in the unnecessary, forced romantic way (you would hate that, lol), but in the way I love the rain. I don't know if I ever told you, but I take walks in the rain. The water weighs down my hair and seeps into every fiber of my being, and that calms me to the point where my mind is clear enough for me to think about anything. I love the rain for its ability to calm me, and I love you for your ability to motivate me to better myself.
Even now, I want to prove that the time you took out of your life for my sake was worth it. I want my name on a bestsellers list, I want my name on the biggest websites, and I want to memoralize you in any way I can.
You're gone now, and I hate that so much, but I will never forget you. I won't stop trying to better myself and I won't stop writing. You would hate if I did that, wouldn't you?
This is my goodbye. I wish I knew so I hadn't left all of this unsaid. But it's out there now, and I hope that somewhere, somehow, you know what you did for me and how I felt for you.
Thank you, Walkazo.