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vii - ride or die

recepient: you.
i need your company to hear me cry if you are not way too busy.

delivered.

you dialed, i picked up.

the first thing you asked was where i was because you realised i was not home. it could be lucky guess but you were also a phsycic. i kind of afraid that you would be mad because i never escaped alone.

you inquired my location as soon as possible and i obeyed, i sent it to you. it was one thirty a.m. and for heaven's sake, the weather was cold. you came, you were there, and you were insane while we could talk through the phone call.

i starred at your back as i had sat. what made you show up? did i matter? you now looked like my "ride or die". no. you are it, you are my ride or die.

on your motorbike, the wind blew and my stories flew.

11.11 pm
from me to you,
thank you for always taking all the sadness away.
-a