He Was a Worthwhile Friend

He was a worthwhile opponent; our debates were insane. But he did not have enough sense to come out of the rain. Wait a second; I stayed out there, laughing about it too. We were honorary brother and sister, that’s nothing new. He was clever and funny and laughed like a well-oiled machine. He rarely agreed with me, yet he never was horrible or mean. We had such a fine relationship, we were friends to the end. Unfortunately, that was yesterday; now I say goodbye to my friend.