Goodbye.

When I was 17 and was curious and searching for friends in the big wide world (via the internet, as most Gen Y people do) I found something I didn't expect to find. A true, genuine, interesting & wonderful person in one Oliver John Marquette, or Ollie to me.

At this point in time, he was 20, and I thought that was so mature. But I don't think it was his age that impressed me, it was his depth & wisdom that kept our communication strong. Though he lived in Goulburn (and later, Melbourne), we talked on the phone all the time. I cherish those conversations about life, music, travel, philosophy & love.

Last year he invited Zane & I to come and visit him in Melbourne, which for me was very exciting but also a huge moment, as we had never met face to face up until this time. Unfortunately, this never happened.

Earlier this year, after about 4 months of little to no contact, we finally got to talk & it was like we'd never stopped.

On Wednesday night this week, I decided to get back in contact with him (because his phone number disappeared when my last phone died) and searched on the internet to see if he was contactable.

What I found broke my heart.

6 months on & I wish I'd known somehow.

Goodbye Ollie, this one's for you.



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