My dearest friend.

I saw you today and some part of me broke.

Somewhere along the road, we made different choices. We’re not so different you and I, cut from similar cloths, dipped in similar dyes. But.

You drench yourself in society. In status. In the opinion of others. In self sacrifice. And when I saw you today, everything about you said, “I don’t want to be here”.

You adorned yourself in your pain and your hardship. And you love it. You love it so much you want to stay there. Set up a home there. Unpack and live there.

I wanted to give you ways to escape. Departure tickets. Exit routes. Every single way I knew how to end your misery. I wanted to give you.

But I realized one thing.

You didn’t want to leave.