I had a friend named Sue.
She moved away the same day I met you.
She spent the night at my house more nights than not.
She always thought that we could live somewhere better, but neither of knew how to get there.
Until one day she had an impossible way to get there.
It would cost all that we had to get there.
I almost left with her, until I met you.
Sue still calls sometimes.
Not as often, the times between calls are growing each time.
Sue thought I was stupid for being with you.
For loving you.
Oh, and one thing I forgot to mention about Sue.
Sue was a nickname.
Her full name
Was Suicide.
