Thank you.
For always having my back, even if you don’t have a stake in my battles, for talking me up every time I feel like I’m at my lowest, for listening to me gush and fall in love, and then listening to me bitch and complain when that love turns sour, for always coming back when we blow up at each other, for staying in touch when you move thousands of kilometres away.
Thanks for understanding.
Thank you for being a friend. —Still Here
This article appears in Nov 1-7, 2012.