I know that's not your real name. But we've been friends for a long time and I therefore feel some right to take the liberty to call you so.
It's been almost 7 years.
And even after those 7 years, I still have stupid nights like tonight where I let you down. Tell you I can be somewhere and then end up rethinking the situation and bailing.
And after 7 years, you are still as classy as ever and instantly tell me not to worry about it.
Sometimes, when you are a stresser, like I am, it is very reassuring to have you in my life.
I'm glad you still speak my language. And calm me down.
This is not making any sense. I can't explain it. I guess......I just......