Hey Friend.

It's funny the way we ended up.
I had no idea.
So here I am in my ironed shirt and my sweatervest.
I run.
There you are, trying to piece together what started to unravel when we were young.
I knew she would mess you up.
Here I am with a photo ID hanging around my neck, typing on my MacBook Pro.
I write.
There you are, yelling things to the world.
And Here I am, wishing I could love you in person.
Perhaps that's the hardest part.
There you are, living and struggling to feel beautiful.
Here I am, on the other side of the country.
3rd largest city.
It snowed today.
To tell you the truth, I miss you.
A lot.
And not because you make me feel like I've got things together, but quite the opposite.
When I see her, I get angry.
I try not to, but I love you too much not to.
So, I run.
I write.
December. I'll be back.
I promise that, friend. And we'll catch up.