this is overwhelming
7:13 pm is the last interaction I had with you.
It’s now 5:35 am. That is about 10 hours.
I feel completely alive, and I would feel the same were you here. I’m free and so are you. And we are both happy. Holy crap, is this a joke? Why do I trust you so much? Why don’t I have some strange compulsion to hold you tight to me and never let go? Am I broken or am I repaired?
I’m asking you a lot of questions but please, don’t answer any of them. It would take away the mystique. We are both so far from being perfect, maybe that is what makes this friendship so grand and also what makes it so exciting.
I love my life. I love all of you.
