I asked my friend in London to take me to Tristan Bates Theatre. Tristan was a one of my good friends I used to hang out almost everyday when I was sooooo young, and I still remember everything so clearly when he was found dead at a small park in Tokyo. Some of our common friends phoned and asked me if it was true.
He was the first friend I lost.
I didn't know how sad it was when I lost my friend.
When I first saw this board on the wall, I started crying, because tons of memories of him and his twin brother Ben came across my mind. But I felt like I could meet him again. He was there. His soul was there, and I know he is missed.
This is the greatest thing of my London staying.
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horror_head:
I've never lost any friends physically. It's sweet that you think of him. What is NISHIALMEMIYARA PLANET? Don't try too hard to understand what I wrote, it's just chicken-scratch at the end of the day.
irish:
Kiss. Miss you!