I look at the sky, and I see blue. You lift your eyes and see the same, but I wonder, is your blue the same as mine? Perhaps my blue is your blood red, and your skies are always crimson. My pain may be your laughter. My sour, your sweet. My love, your hate. What do you feel when you feel love? I want to feel your taste, your sex, your hunger, your tears. Perhaps above all, I want to feel what you feel when you feel mine.
I’ve been sitting here thinking about all the things I wanted to apologize to you for. All the pain we caused each other. Everything I put on you. Everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. I’m sorry for that. I’ll always love you ‘cause we grew up together and you helped make me who I am. I just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and I’m grateful for that. Whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, I’m sending you love. You’re my friend to the end.