fifty.five


friends.

i called her at 11:46pm last night and she listened to me talk for over two hours.

it's a brave, honest friendship. one that we're only in because it makes sense now; not because of duty borne out of historical ties, or need borne out of future aspirations.

we know how we met, but we don't remember how we became friends.

but, we don't have to.

i love her.

2 comments:

  1. Friendships like this seem foreign to me. I admire your gratitude for it.

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