A friend who's dressed in leather
My best friend just visited me. I haven't seen her for over a year, she lives in London now. It's amazing. The way we just click every time we meet, no matter how long we've been away. It's like having a soul mate. I could hardly let her go when she walked out of my room. Felt like something that belong here was being ripped off. For a moment there it was just us hanging out and it was such a familiar picture, like all this 22039093 times she'd been here and no time in between really happened, next thing, she was walking away to disappear for next year or so.