I’ve always been a very outgoing friendly person. I never knew much enemies because I had love for everyone. I have a lot of friends and I don’t judge. I’m friends with all kinds of people. Some of my close friends are into like metal bands and what not. So I like hanging out with them because I get to meet more people. I met Adrian (my boyfriend) from mutual friends never thought anything of it because well like I said I’m a friendly person. On December 8, 2012 it was a celebration for my friends 25th birthday and everyone was drunk including myself and Adrian. Well turns out that night we made out all night but honestly I don’t remember. The next morning I woke up as if nothing happened. Because well I didn’t remember so I was just like oh well he fell asleep here too. My friend lived near a store and I was gonna go and he followed me and I was like what? Nothing crossed my mind. Later that day my friend told me we had made out and I couldn’t believe it I was like what? After that we some how exchanged numbers. He sent himself pictures of himself from my phone and from there we kept txting. Maybe a week or so and he was having a little party in his apartment. After that we clicked instantly I was sooo into him. And I know he was too. By New Years he was my first New Years kiss ever and to me it meant a lot. That night he told me he wanted to take it slow. I was so into him and I knew was too. I was crushed because I thought things were going good. But we kept dating and hanging out. I loved being with him. He made me happy. Then July 2013 he kind of just pushed me away. He wasn’t working at the time when I met him and he had no car. But I liked him. I liked him for him. I felt like he had so much potential. He was a great artist and played the guitar he was a skater and he wanted to be a tattoo artist. Great talent and I always told him he was talented. And even if He didn’t I knew he was. Time went by and even though we weren’t dating I still liked him. I tried dating other guys but it was always him. Finally a few months back he finally told me he wanted to get serious with me but I was scared I was scared because I was having fun being single but I knew I loved him. So finally I said to myself that I was ready. I mean I stuck around for over a year for a reason. Because I really liked him. A few friends of mine knew who he was. He was an amazing guy you would instantly click with him. He made everyone laugh. He was a total goof and a free spirit. We were so a like. On Fourth of July we were gonna hang out after I left my sisters house and that’s exactly what we did. I went over to his friends house and a few friends were there and eventually they all left. We stayed there with two other friends they were drinking and Adrian and I were just in the sofa talking kissing. I told him I liked him and he told me he did too. He said “I like you too much” and I told him so do I. Let’s just take it day by day.. We talked about the future. He told me how much he liked my art (I’m a face painter) also week before that they broke into my car and they stole my face painting kit. He wanted help me start a new one but I wouldn’t let him. Till finally I said ok. So that night he told me that we should collaborate together with our art. I mean to me that was special because I always wanted that. The night went on and we just talked made plans. The feeling was right and I was so in love at the moment. We eventually fell asleep. I fell asleep in his arms and he fell asleep holding me. I told him it’s late let’s go home. And we did we kept kissing. It was like 2:30am and I was gonna follow him home because I wanted him to get home safe. He was riding his pedal bike. And I was just staring at him soo in love… I was driving to the light and he was on my right side turning left on the cross walk. The light was red for me to turn left and the light was green for other cars to go straight. He took the risk and went for it thinking he’d beat the car coming from behind…. But the car was going too fast. And there in that very moment. My world was crushed I screamed so loud with so much fear, and I saw him fly. Not only that the car that hit him left and as much as I wanted to chase that car I couldn’t because I wanted to see he was ok. I ran to him with so much fear and I felt his heart and it was beating. I told him baby please don’t leave me please. I called 911 myself. Two cars stopped but there was nothing they could do. As soon as the ambulance came I was so positive they were going to just take him away. I went to move my car and when I ran back. The officer told me to step back I told him no that’s my friend… And just like that no sympathy nothing he told me “I’m going to be honest with you.. Your friend died” and I couldn’t react to that. I was so scared shocked so much going through my mind. All I could think of was his family. His friends. How was I going to tell them. I asked one of the girls that stopped if she could give me a ride to my friends house where we were. I ran to the garage where we were hanging out they’re were on their way out. I told them they also didn’t know how to react. We all loved this guy. He was amazing… I told them to get in the car and the girl drove us back to where he was. My mind was going crazy… one of them went to his house and told his brother. I could still see his brother running barefoot and I could still hear him screaming. I don’t understand how something this tragic had to happen to me. To us. To all of his family. His friends. I miss him so much. He wasn’t my boyfriend yet. But I say it with so much pride and I call him my boyfriend. He was everything I wanted. I miss him dearly. He was so outgoing. Goofy. Loud. Down to earth so uptempo. So care free. Risk taker. And beautiful. I don’t understand how a person this amazing had to go. I cry because I miss him. I cry because I saw him. I cry because his family cried. I cry because his friends cry. I cry because he was going to be a better person. I cry because he loved me. I cry because I need him. I cry because he was amazing. And I cry love him. I cry because I don’t believe it. And most of all I cry because just that night everything was perfect. The things we said the things we did the things we planed the way we felt. Rest in peace Adrian Garcia. You’re my guardian angel and I love you. I will never ever forget you or how you made me feel. You stole my heart. And you left yours here with me.
Adrian Garcia passed away on July 5th 2014 around 2:49am he was from Salinas California. He was an artist. He loved to ride his fixie bike and he also loved to skate board. He loved food. Good beer. And big butts. He was silly and crazy. He loved metal. But he loved all kinds of music. He loved his family and his friends. He loved me. And he had love for everyone. He was 27years young and he had a bright future ahead of him. He was loving to me and his friends. He showed me so much affection and he was caring. He was respectful, even when he wasn’t. His mom taught him good manners and his mom was a single mother who struggled but did an amazing job raising all her children. I met his mom for the first time after his death. I’m glad I met her it’s just a shame it was on this occasion. He has an older sister and older brother and a younger sister. They’re all great and very loving. My heart hurts for them. I hope one day we can all be happy that he was in our life. Although I am happy. I am still completely broken. One day I’ll understand why he was taken from us so young and why I was there the night of his death. Why I was the one who had to witness it all. Why I had to be the one to call the cops and give the news to the last two people he was with. I hope Adrian knows I was there the night of his death and how afraid I was. How I don’t know how I had the courage to run to him with so much fear. I love him. I love him so much.