Paul,
I don’t know how to write this because no words feel enough.
No sentence can fully explain what you meant to me, what you were in my life, and the unbearable silence you’ve left behind.
You weren’t just a friend—you were the friend.
The one I could call when life made no sense.
The one who didn’t just listen but understood.
The one who saw me—the real me—without me having to explain a thing.
You were the constant.
The anchor.
The proof that deep, real friendships exist in a world full of fleeting, shallow connections.
And now, you’re gone.
And I feel alone in a way I can’t explain.
True Friendship is Rare – And You Were That
People throw around the word “friend” too easily.
But a true friend? That’s different.
A true friend is the one who:
✔ Knows your darkest days and doesn’t run.
✔ Challenges you without making you feel small.
✔ Pushes you to be better but never demands you change.
✔ Sits with you in silence when words aren’t enough.
✔ Holds space for you—without expectation, without conditions, without pretending.
That was you, Paul.
That’s why this loss feels impossible.
You weren’t just there for me—you were there in a way that very few people ever are.
When I was at my lowest, when I had nothing left, when I thought I was losing myself, you showed up.
You didn’t tell me to “just move on.” You didn’t throw empty words at me.
You listened. You saw me. And you walked beside me until I could stand on my own.
Who does that? Who gives that kind of loyalty, that kind of presence, that kind of love?
You did.
And that’s why it hurts so much that you’re gone.
Paul, I Need You
I don’t know how to do this without you.
Paul man, please—help me get through life.
I need you by my side.
I need your voice in my head when I feel low, when the loneliness creeps in.
I need you on the days when I would have called you, sent you a message—when we would have just checked in, knowing that getting through life isn’t easy but that we weren’t doing it alone.
I miss you, bro. I miss you so much.
I wanted to see us grow old together, to look back at all of our experiences, to laugh at everything we overcame.
I believed in you.
I knew you had a vision, something great inside of you.
I thought to myself, “I can’t lose this guy. He’s too precious. He’s got a soul, a light.”
People like you shouldn’t disappear.
But You Haven’t Left Me, Have You?
Because sometimes, I still feel you.
Sometimes, I hear you.
I feel you beside me when I’m crying.
Tapping my shoulder, saying
“It’s alright, man. Don’t worry, bro. I’m always gonna be there.”
I Won’t Let the World Forget You
I refuse to just power through life pretending this didn’t matter.
Pretending you didn’t matter.
You weren’t just someone.
You were Paul.
And I will carry your spirit with pride.
I will tell people, “That was my friend.”
I will tell stories about you.
I will tell people what true friendship really means.
But I’m scared, Paul.
I’m scared things will just go back to normal, that people will stop talking, that the glue that held us all together will dissolve.
Because that’s what you were—you were the glue.
The connection.
The bridge between people.
You were my constant, my lifeline.
And now, I don’t know what happens next.
Paul, You’re Still With Me
I know life will keep moving.
I know people will return to their routines.
I know I’ll wake up every day and have to find a way forward.
But I promise you—I won’t just let this fade.
I’ll carry you with me, always.
And when people ask about you, I’ll tell them:
“That was my friend. The best friend I ever had. And if you’re lucky in this life, you’ll meet someone like him once.”
Rest easy, Paul.
And if you’re still listening—stay close, man. I still need you.
Always.
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