Dear best mate,

The two hour drive back felt like a million years. We got lost for at least twenty minutes. The cigarette I smoked after my phone died, an hour after we dropped you off, felt bittersweet. It also tasted like shit. I still wish you were here. If anyone is lucky enough to have their best friend right next door, down the street, or even across town, there is something they should embrace: gratefulness. People look forward to seeing their best friend the next day - whether it be at school, or a phone call away when they’re feeling upset and need someone’s company. I look forward to a month, two months later, till I see you again. I hope I got enough footage for the video I am making. Summer to fall, fall to winter, winter to spring, and spring to summer. “The weeks have had wings.” 

Here is something that I forget to tell you more often than I should: I am so glad you exist.

Morgan