The first time we met, you were a cocky, pretentious bastard who acted like he knew everything and everyone else knew nothing.
The first time we met, you were clever. No one could be that clever... but you could.
The first time we met, I saw the pain in your eyes even if you were trying to hide it.
I saw it in the way you looked when you thought I wasn't looking
The way you latched on to my attention as if you'd been starved of it
The way you reacted to my compliments, as if you'd never recieved one before.
When I got to know you more, I realized you were a great man and had the potential to be a good one.
You were blunt
You were sarcastic
You were impossible to get on with
You acted like you didn't care what others thought, but deep down, I know you did.
You were observant
You were naive
You were beautiful.
I was so alone
I owe you so much.
The last time we met, you were on the edge
The last time we met, you said it was just a magic trick
All of it
Your cleverness, your deductions, your brilliance... you were brilliant.
The last time we met, I watched as you fell And I realized I had fallen too.
You were my only friend
And I yours.
I'm still yours.
If you had stayed
If you hadn't jumped
Then maybe... just maybe... we could've been something more.
There was something about you... maybe it was the way you moved?
The way you talked?
Whatever it was, I feel like I can't live without it.
But I have to
Because you're gone.
You decided to die instead of face what you allegedly did.
I know you didn't invent HIM
I know none of this was fake
I know I believed in you and still do
I know I love you.
I'm coming to join you. See you soon, mate
-John