You have this friend. No, that’s not right. Because, okay, he’s your friend, of course he is, but he’s also something beyond that. He’s a book where your name is in each chapter, he’s a home that needs no map to guide you, he’s the anchor pulling you like gravity back to his side. There’s a darkness that sleeps in both of you, but there’s a sharpness and a light too. And he’s– he’s yours, and you’re his, and so friend isn’t the right word. But you’re not worried, because you’ll figure it out. You always do.