A letter to friends I will not name

Yes I’m talking to you.

Thank you for saving my life. I mean it literally and figuratively. I’ve been crazy scared of reality, of moving too fast, of laying in an old, empty room that reeked of mothballs and having only regrets to keep me warm. And, to be perfectly honest, I can’t say that I won’t spend the last hour of my life with that nagging empty feeling that I should have lived my life differently (can any of us?). What I am certain of, is that I shouldn’t live so long as that if I didn’t have you. You are the redemption to every bad-hearted intention that comes my way, the crux of my work and my ambition, the joy in the little things that I seem to find (if you knew me), quite unnaturally. Like the tide I shift with your encouragements for with your words as my protection, with your depth of feeling, even under the storm and ever- receding waves I shall move, yet again, to le plage ce qui chez moi.

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