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Got as far as "...so I can be free." before the sobbing began. What a great find Lab... beautiful. That was awesome. Thank you.
We weren't done yet! I was eventually going to came back. We were going to hang, chat and philosophize... God... maybe even play TF3... can you imagine? We would reflect on all things and the very nature of being and dig for the truth... joyously... together.
I was just getting ready to drop you a line for Christmas.
I was going to come back... you're not supposed to be gone.
I told you I thought we were soul-mates... and you called me brother.
I love you and miss you with all my heart.
Godling
RL has kept me from hanging out with you for some time now... and now all I feel is numb. Is this real? I close me eyes and can so easily hear your voice and that wonderful personality behind it. How much longer will this feel like a dream? It's so odd to feel a hole in me this way.
Every song I hear, and every message conveyed in a TV show or movie, seems to reflect upon you in some way. You continuously fill my thoughts. To the end of time, everything that I will ever think, will be forever filtered through you. What would Striker think? How would Striker respond? You were so strong... and so empathetic... and so understanding.
I shared my dreams with you and fulfilling them now seems less important without you there to ultimately share them with.
(cont'd)
If somehow you manage to defy space and time and read this, know that I love you brother. Be well out there, James.
You're an example of willpower. The ♥♥♥♥ you had going on with you, and yet you still managed to make every time we played together a great, memorable time. From the early days of TF2 on 3PG, to L4D, to just hanging out in the teamspeak server that was made for you and pals.
Games were peripheral to the latter half of the years I knew you, but I'll never forget how we met playing on that ridiculous-ass TF2 server, and how you made it the best of times when you were on. I met some really weird-but-cool people through you, and I learned a couple things around how I articulated myself to you and the rest of the Digital Nomads crew because of you.
I told you that you've left a deeper impression on people than you would ever think, and here we gather to show it. We'll never forget you and all the times we had together.
We'll meet again someday. I hope to tell you of how we colonized Mars at last, or something along those lines.
Safe travels, brother.