Text: I hate myself for never knowing him. Well, any of them, really. I do want to meet him, but I will never be complete because what I want is to be his friend. I don’t care if he’s famous. Everything about Gerard tells me, “Yes, this man would be my best friend”. The same feeling I got with all of the people who became my best friends. I feel like no matter what I do in life, my biggest fuck-up was never being something of importance to him.