I can't bike anymore. Every pedal stroke reminds me of Douglas. All I can think about is riding our big wheels, first bikes, and jumping off stuff together. I trusted, followed him, and he took care of me.
Shane and Dougie built a skate 1/4 pipe growing up and talked me into going off of it on my 'Miss Rocker' bmx. I pedaled into it, went off of it, and flipped over the handle bars. I was okay and he knew--I wasn't going to clear it--but knew I would be okay. We never told mom and dad...stuff like this. I will never have that trust, caring, or love, again.
All a bike does is remind me how much he loved me and how much I love him. My heart is empty when I am riding because I want him with me. I am done.
The last words Douglas said to me were, "Kristen, I love you!"
The last words I said to Douglas were, "I will always protect you and you know how much I love you".
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