It’s hard to put into words how much I miss my best friend, Mark Williams Jr. 💔 He would’ve turned 36 on October 9, and it feels strange celebrating his birthday in Greece without him here. We met when I was 14, and from that moment on, we were inseparable—literally attached at the hip. I used to call him my “gentle giant” because that’s exactly who he was. We both were a little awkward, a little shy, but somehow we just clicked. He made everything easier, and we understood each other’s quirks in a way nobody else could. Mark was the first of us to get his driver’s license. We used to laugh about how neither of us ever really had a relationship, mostly because he was so shy around girls. I wasn’t much better, to be honest. But those things never mattered because we always had each other. As we got older, life started getting in the way, and adult responsibilities pulled us in different directions. Still, I cherished every text, every corny joke, and every silly story about his string ...
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