Driving down the Saluda Grade close to nine in the evening, I look out the backseat car window and down onto the far way lights. Fog swirled around them, and the rest of the scene was nothing but road and darkened tree leaves. I was comfortable. And the leaves were, too.

A Short Letter to a Best Friend

I really want to be on good terms with you and have this anger at me erased. I miss you more than I can describe and I’ve been feeling especially lonely, lately. I hope you fully understand how important you are to me. These past few months have been difficult and it literally seems like I’m half empty. It’s almost unbearable without you here by my side. You are my second identity. 

Love, the first.