I was getting ready to mail something to Manifest. A little piece of writing for their annual drawing exhibit, and in doing so, I was looking through old emails. I came across a cluster of emails from you. To you. They were from a few years ago, and they were beautiful.
God, we were so young and beautiful. I loved you, bud. And you loved me. And no matter what has happened since, it happened. It happened, that glorious love. And I'm happy to have been a part of it. Because it was a pretty good time. I just wish I could let you know. That I'm glad. I'm glad we were such good friends, you and I.