Brain Droppings.

I keep your picture, in my worn through shoe.

Our friendship withstood so much dissension and hatred - manipulation via outside forces… tension… brokenness. The only reason we know we can trust it now is because of everything it withstood. We burned our bridge, but the ashes stayed intact, creating for an easy revamping. With the bridge burned, we learned - we grew. Separately we grew, and grew together again, giving room for a newly enlightened relationship that we both know can withstand anything and everything.

I love you.

I’m sorry.

I’m so happy we’re back to normalcy.