An Old Friend.
Beating heart, sweaty palms.
Head spinning, stomach aching.
That's what happens when you arrive.
You taught me to be cautious and wary of everything.
Talking to somebody is never just talking.
It's second guessing everything.
You've been a part of me for a long time.
I use to believe that you defined me.
You were the enemy.
Now I see you as a friend.
An old friend.
Somebody I greet with open arms.
Somebody I steer in the right direction when things seem dire and hopeless.
I appreciate what you've taught me.
I appreciate you.
My oldest friend.