Dear William
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So many memories running through my head. The first one, enjoying an NBA Spurs game with you in San Antonio on our sophomore choir trip. I was in a bad place then, hung up on an English boy, and you were the first boy who took my crazy mind off of him. We got along so well. We went to homecoming together junior year, as friends. Navy blue sparkles from my dress were all over Joel's car. The next day, I visited you at work (since it was just across the parking lot from where I worked at Baskin Robbins) and I guess that scared you off. From that point on, you knew I had a crush on you ... I longed to be your girlfriend. The sight and sound of your loud, white Acura Integra speeding by made my heart race. Senior year, we had 4 classes together - Physics, Calculus, Choir, and German. I was pretty much your assignment book the entire year. I wanted you to like me, so I helped you when you hadn't done your homework, or didn't know what we were supposed to do. You always had your chapstick with you. You liked to dress up and look nice at school. You told me that you never really sang in choir, and that you couldn't sing.
At the end of senior year, Eric came along, and our relationship improved. We became real friends for the first time. We saw each other during summers, and you came to my wedding.
The last time we saw each other was Christmas of 2011. You came over to my house, and Marianne and Chad were there, too. We had lasagna and sat around and talked. I hugged you when you left and you drove off in your truck.
You messaged me randomly on Facebook on August 17th. "hey home slice." We talked about the reunion and about you coming home soon. We said we'd get together while you were home.
I wrote on your wall last week about getting your information to me for the reunion, and you wrote back to me at 6:52 on September 2nd.
You crashed your motorcycle and died at 8:00 the same day, right at the entrance to the neighborhood where my parents live, where I lived during high school ... less than a mile from Ballard.
I'm heartbroken, and I'm trying to grasp the irony of it all. You traveled the world, and yet you died 2 miles from home ... and only one day after arriving home from serving 2 years in Saudi Arabia.
I am very much in love with Eric, and wouldn't trade him for anything in the world ... but even after he was in my life, I still got butterflies every single time I saw you. I don't know why.
You were special to me, William Davis, and I will think of you every day for the rest of my life. I will miss you. Every time I see a motorcycle, every time it rains, every time I drive to my parent's house, every time I drive by Ballard, every time I drive by your neighborhood, and every time I see an Acura, I will think of you. Even though we had our issues, you were such an awesome guy. I can't believe you're gone.
Rest in Peace, Billy D.
At the end of senior year, Eric came along, and our relationship improved. We became real friends for the first time. We saw each other during summers, and you came to my wedding.
The last time we saw each other was Christmas of 2011. You came over to my house, and Marianne and Chad were there, too. We had lasagna and sat around and talked. I hugged you when you left and you drove off in your truck.
You messaged me randomly on Facebook on August 17th. "hey home slice." We talked about the reunion and about you coming home soon. We said we'd get together while you were home.
I wrote on your wall last week about getting your information to me for the reunion, and you wrote back to me at 6:52 on September 2nd.
You crashed your motorcycle and died at 8:00 the same day, right at the entrance to the neighborhood where my parents live, where I lived during high school ... less than a mile from Ballard.
I'm heartbroken, and I'm trying to grasp the irony of it all. You traveled the world, and yet you died 2 miles from home ... and only one day after arriving home from serving 2 years in Saudi Arabia.
I am very much in love with Eric, and wouldn't trade him for anything in the world ... but even after he was in my life, I still got butterflies every single time I saw you. I don't know why.
You were special to me, William Davis, and I will think of you every day for the rest of my life. I will miss you. Every time I see a motorcycle, every time it rains, every time I drive to my parent's house, every time I drive by Ballard, every time I drive by your neighborhood, and every time I see an Acura, I will think of you. Even though we had our issues, you were such an awesome guy. I can't believe you're gone.
Rest in Peace, Billy D.
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