why does everything need a title?

All day things are great. I'm upbeat, holding things together. Smiling, laughing, singing, having a normal day. Then it all comes rushing back.

Fuck.

Branden, I miss you. These past few days, your voice has been inside my head, laughing, upbeat like you always were. I think I connected with you because, like me, you were always upbeat, but with a kind of cynicism, realism, and seriousness that I identified with. Every memory that's come to mind, from playing pop-up mini golf on the computer at South when we should have been cleaning the music library, to heading out at midnight during homecoming on Andrea's 21st, to skipping bone choir/sectional and being at the Joynt...

..they're all so real, so intense, so happy, so you.

Every time I eat a Whopper, or try to hack my way through a middle school percussion part, or make a dance mix for a party, or a million other things, I will think of you.

See you Friday.