If this isn’t the realest shit I feel, I am not even here…
I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. I wish I could touch you.
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.