It’s a little over a week since you got on that plane and I couldn’t feel any more miserable. With you gone, there’s just no one I can talk to. You were there for me when I really needed someone to lean on and now that you’re five thousand miles away, I feel so hopeless. Through my toughest times, you kept me company, kept me from doing things out of anger and stupidity, kept me feeling safe when I felt insecure. Those memories we shared will never be forgotten and I’ll always cherish those times. No matter how much of a bitch nigga I was being, no matter how much I whined / cried, you still went out of your way to comfort me, no questions asked and never expecting anything in return. To all those times you drove to my house to do your homework because you didn’t want me being home alone, to all those nights you slept over after doing your homework because I didn’t want you driving home at 3AM. You really got me back up on my two feet after falling so hard. I still wish I could have told you how I felt after everything went down, but I think it was for the better that I didn’t. All I can say is I owe you one; you have my deepest gratitude, and with that, I hope one day our paths will cross again.