Desperate to find explanation
for everything in that place
where my dearest friends (and lovers)
kept me on my toes
begging on my knees

I resolve to nothing
because I refuse to let go.
But the greatest acts in life include letting go.
I refuse.

The closeness was better than ever
and the romance was better than ever
and the talking was better than ever
and the friendship was better than ever
and the games were better than ever.

"The Texting Champion of Toronto!"
I'm so proud of her.
...and she looks it.
My beloved friend.

A thousand poems could be written
about riding on airplanes
and on subways
Above the clouds, and below the earth
And to frequently catch the eye
of someone who's life is just a big as yours
but it's easy to pretend that's not true.
Because no one's life is a big as your own. Right?

the friendship really was better than ever.