I've never talked about the relationship with anybody, but he was always there
I think the first week of this blog began, he added me to ICQ, I remember how his blog would look
Called him "who I am today what I am" and he was blue like the main picture was of a beach.
Roy was 15 when we met and a 19 when he died, he was the first guy that made me think otherwise, who taught me to write,
Express myself, he taught me what this virtual companies, he taught me math and draw mainly how to be a better person.
We talked during the entire period every day, about school and other such nonsense, and we said we would write a book together once,
I already tell my mother about the blog I will meet him, but I told my mother just a few months ago and Roy died a year ago
Because cancer.
That revealed leukemia conversations were fewer and Ethan Roy. Each time he told me when he died I know that he gave one of his friends the password
Messenger ICQ to notify all of his virtual friends, eventually
I never like that, after two weeks of silence I started to understand myself but after a while I saw a group on Facebook in memory.
Today has been a year Roy is not alive, it's scary, how a person can disappear suddenly you life, which was part of how someone so big leaves behind an empty space After all, he did not come back, and sad to me that I never hear his laughter he assured that he rolls I'd never touch a hair of his curls,
Or see how he has smiling a little hole that I never brotherhood the real Roy realistic, because all I knew that Roy virtual
That Roy died, and he does not do the million things he dreamed of doing, like writing a children's book and a movie house and get married with Nuphar and enlist in the Nahal Brigade
And millions of small and big dreams that he would like to achieve but not
I have whole conversations with Roy computer healthy and sick, broken and despairing and hopeful and happy and in love and broken heart
And our first conversation I have (is opened in "I Roy and curly!") Because I love to go back and read
Again and again and again
Cry again when he wrote "because I have leukemia"
Rejoice again when he wrote "Nuphar company Saliyeyeyeyeyeyeyeye D:"
Miss again, every sentence is written in this history
I miss Roy and I'm sorry for the things we did not
That he really was like a big brother
He kept me
Shame you can not go back and tell him thanks
Any given time in 4 years we have known
When he died, he published on the wall this song
He always used to tell me that when he hears this song he thinks about me
Now it's the opposite
I think the first week of this blog began, he added me to ICQ, I remember how his blog would look
Called him "who I am today what I am" and he was blue like the main picture was of a beach.
Roy was 15 when we met and a 19 when he died, he was the first guy that made me think otherwise, who taught me to write,
Express myself, he taught me what this virtual companies, he taught me math and draw mainly how to be a better person.
We talked during the entire period every day, about school and other such nonsense, and we said we would write a book together once,
I already tell my mother about the blog I will meet him, but I told my mother just a few months ago and Roy died a year ago
Because cancer.
That revealed leukemia conversations were fewer and Ethan Roy. Each time he told me when he died I know that he gave one of his friends the password
Messenger ICQ to notify all of his virtual friends, eventually
I never like that, after two weeks of silence I started to understand myself but after a while I saw a group on Facebook in memory.
Today has been a year Roy is not alive, it's scary, how a person can disappear suddenly you life, which was part of how someone so big leaves behind an empty space After all, he did not come back, and sad to me that I never hear his laughter he assured that he rolls I'd never touch a hair of his curls,
Or see how he has smiling a little hole that I never brotherhood the real Roy realistic, because all I knew that Roy virtual
That Roy died, and he does not do the million things he dreamed of doing, like writing a children's book and a movie house and get married with Nuphar and enlist in the Nahal Brigade
And millions of small and big dreams that he would like to achieve but not
I have whole conversations with Roy computer healthy and sick, broken and despairing and hopeful and happy and in love and broken heart
And our first conversation I have (is opened in "I Roy and curly!") Because I love to go back and read
Again and again and again
Cry again when he wrote "because I have leukemia"
Rejoice again when he wrote "Nuphar company Saliyeyeyeyeyeyeyeye D:"
Miss again, every sentence is written in this history
I miss Roy and I'm sorry for the things we did not
That he really was like a big brother
He kept me
Shame you can not go back and tell him thanks
Any given time in 4 years we have known
When he died, he published on the wall this song
He always used to tell me that when he hears this song he thinks about me
Now it's the opposite
stop sweating and start living
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