I think about the night I met you when you unlocked the bathroom for be me because I locked my keys in there. I wonder if you knew then what was going to happen six months later. I still wonder if maybe youíd be happy by now if you were still here. Things can change so much in a year. So much.
I always say that I donít believe in a better place or anything like that, but sometimes I like to think that youíre in one. I hope you found whatever it was you were looking for. I hope you found the happiness that didnít exist for you here.
And I guess it's none of my business,
but I hope you're well old friend.