Wish you were here
My friend told me today that there are three kinds of people in the world: those who don’t care at all about their friends who have left; those who care about their friends who have left, but don’t ever manage to see them again; and those who care and, against all odds, always manage to find their friends. Wherever they end up.
He told me that I was the one who finds them again. Here’s to hoping.











