Beauty.

Last night I saw my friend again.
I forgot how much I missed her,
and how much I needed her.

Though we spoke of many forgotten details,
some words we exchanged stood out.

But what I think of most,
is the way I was feeling.
That I wasn't alone, could never be alone,
and she would NEVER let me be alone again.

There's something about our friendship. Yeah, we're pretty fucking weird. But I love her. She's beautiful. She accepted me years ago when I had nobody else. And you know what? I love her mane, hipster clothes, and chaotic actions. I love her laugh, awkward moments, and our deep conversations.

And I'm so glad I got to be with my friend again.