There is something strange about the pain of losing someone whom you never knew. You did not know them at all and yet, it felt like you knew them so much. They influenced your life in so many little ways and made up such a big part of it without you ever realising.
I remember when the news of Chester Bennington’s passing had broken. The existence of Linkin Park had been pushed somewhere into the obscure recesses of my brain, and when that news broke, it resurfaced, like that mole from carnival games.
Matthew Perry embodied Chandler Bing like his own second self. We fell in love with his impeccable sense of humour, we fell in love with his astute sarcasm, we fell in love with his bromance with Joey, we fell in love with his romance with Monica. We fell in love with the way he loved.
