hey
i'm genuinely sorry if i was a dick, once upon a time. i always vaguely regretted it, and i think i sort of talked steel into regretting it too after we both gave it some consideration, but what was left to say, really? we talked about you more than a few times, even since you left, and while yes, he did think you were kind of dumb in your opinions, he always vocally thought you were a decent guy. this counts for a lot, i think. dumb opinions are fairly easily rectified, but being a generally bad and selfish person is not. he saw value in who you were as a person where it counted.
i try not to think about him so much anymore. sometimes i will see or think of something and make a mental note to tell him before i realize that he's dead. i miss him as a person a lot, but i think i'm probably missing what he was to me more than i can really appreciate. i can feel a tremendous gap in my interaction with other humans where he stood, as a friend and someone i learned countless things from. it just hasn't been filled at all, and i can pinpoint times where i know he'd be there, if he was still anywhere at all. but even in death, he taught me something. before he died, we had a little conversation and he said something to the effect of, "panda, if i die, i want you to know i really valued our relationship over the years", to which i replied "yeah me too man, but don't sweat it, you're not going to die". this was, of course, completely untrue in the end, but because i was so certain of it back then, i didn't say enough. i didn't say, hey pal, you're one of the most important people in my life. you've made me a better person. you represent so much of what i want to be someday. what i learned, and what you should learn too, is that too often we leave really, really important things unsaid. the most important things. and why? because being emotionally open can often be an awkward affair, especially with other guys, that leaves us vulnerable and exposed.
his death taught me not to hide so much from what i feel, and from what i know is true but never say. these things you don't say will end up being some of your biggest regrets when things come to an end. you know this now, as do i. i wish i could tell him a lot, now, but i can't. this is pretty awful and it nags at me from time to time, but not so much, because i know that some mistakes need not be repeated. steel is far from the last person i will care for dearly in my life. his final and arguably most important lesson was that i should love without fucking... embarrassment. that it wasn't something i had to hide from the people i cared about. that i should be more open, because shit can just end well before you expect it to and then you'll just be left with paragraphs of shit you wish to god you'd told them but didn't because it'd be one of those heh.....AWKWAAAARD guy-to-guy moments.
so now i'm more open and honest with people i know because who the fuck knows what will happen or how long you've got left, and if there's one thing i've learned from all this, it's that a little sheepish embarrassment is better than years of regret knowing that, as you said, perhaps this person i cared for so much went to the grave not knowing how i felt. i fucked up by not telling him what he meant to me, but he's taught me that i should never hide my affection for others, and in this sense and probably many others, his death has value. i know this is a very trite lesson to take from someone's death, but apparently at least the two of us needed to be taught it. it's a little funny, and nice, that even after he died he's still causing us to be slightly less dumb day by day.