and now he's doing drugs

so i talked to one of my friends from my old school yesterday. i went to a different high school than the rest of my graduating class for an arts program, and she's the only person i kept in contact with. I was talking to her about some guy who i had dated when she told me he had been doing drugs. and i dont know...

the fuck! I knew this person. he was intelligent. we talked about philosophy and literature and music. he was articulate. he knew all these big dumb pretentious words and he knew when and not to use them. he was kind. he always tried to consider peoples feelings and always asked before he kissed or hugged me, even if he had done so just before. he was dynamic, always keeping a conversation going and using little prompts, explaining to me his preferred way to rob a bank or survive the zombie apocalypse. he was brave. i remember this one time an old lady came up to us, while we were talking at starbucks, to congratulate us about "talking in real life, because that is so rare among kids these days". as soon as she left, he told me: "shes wrong, you know" and explained why. he had sprained every joint he had while skateboarding, but never broken a bone. he was creative, he always made his own halloween costume, once he did an entire plague doctor costume then wasn't allowed to wear it to school. he played guitar and bass, made his own music and posted it on soundcloud. he drew on his hands in pen ink during class. he was pretty, and he had fashion sense. his dumbass red doc martens he would always try to keep out of the mud until he gave up are still imprinted in my mind. he would wear this one iron maiden tee with a pearl necklace he borrowed from his mom. he wore eyeliner. i always thought of him as someone who would go on to do great things. when he said he liked me back i couldn't believe it.