Were we young once? Broken battered and beaten by life. Till we reached the depth of our madness and saw in each other similar tattered souls.

How did we survive then? Adventures aplenty. We travelled the world, conquered the men and regalled each other with our battle scars.

How old are we now? Wisened? slow? sages tired of climbing this mountain of life?

But we were there, you and I. To hell and back and back again.

I wish you well Writer. I wish you all the love and joy in the world and hopes for happiness to you. Regardless of what happens, Ive always known, you are fiercely loyal and honorable.

Thanks for the email. I know you didnt have to, which is why I was so honored when you did