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a few years ago i was introduced to a friend of a friend who had heard a lot about me for a number of years – yet never met me. we had a joke that he had begun to to think of me as a figment of our mutual friends imagination. over the years we've formed our own friendship - odd, none the less friendship. yesterday – randomly – we co-exist for a moment in time and it was great. even better –– something else came out of that moment in time. i had a realization i haven't had in many many years. long enough that i had forgotten about it. i enjoy being a friend. i suck at it a lot, but i try. i try to listen. i try to make even the slightest hint of a smile appear, i try to help where i can. yesterday while talking to my friend, who ive picked up and dusted off a few times, i realized thats when i feel like i'm actually breathing in this world.

-k.