Two days ago I began talking to an old friend. It had been over two years since we had any contact. But when we spoke, it was like we never stop talking. It was really nice. It hurt me though - when he said his life hadn't been the best - but I know he can make it better again.

And I know he's reading this, so I won't say anything mean =P

It's a good thing he lives in America, otherwise I'd probably hug him to death!