Sometimes he asks himself:
Going somewhere? Our friendship was born from suffering. Desperation. Trust and compassion.
It grew larger in chaos and crisis. It matured through curiosity and education. Our life together has been peaceful simplicity. Our life together has been deathifying.
I am not sure if friendship is the right word. Or love.
But I know I have it in me. Always.
All I can think of is that I miss you. Us.
But I realize, you don’t need my forgiveness. Ever.
But I need it.
Because when it comes to this, you could do no wrong.
Live. Do what you like, and do it often.