When we say ride or die, I mean that shit. I would give my life to protect you from anything, and that’s not just because I’m suicidal. This letter may have a different ring than my last for you know me different. You know who I am and you know how I can act. You see my reckless ways, you’ve seen my bleed after punching through a wall, you’ve seen me leave my house just so I can go find peace somewhere. You’ve seen me in tranquility sitting on the hill I love to go to. I worry about you all the time, everything you do, all the shit you face that you don’t deserve. I want to make it big, or win the lottery so I can get you out and into a nice house with me. So we can live free, and have people stop judging us because they don’t know us. You’re a reckless soldier swinging a sword waiting for the enemies to fall in line, I’m the name on your dog tag watching over you with an AK to eliminate the soul that lands a hit. I’m your armour, and your helmet that forbids a soul from inflicting you harm. You’re my anchor to keep me from floating away, and I’m yours. You’re the only person that can really save me from myself when I’m fighting off demons. When I’m stuck in hell, you’re there quoting bible verses from a book we both don’t believe in, hoping it’ll be enough to fight off the energy. We’re the people who look like thugs, that party and do drugs, while I remain straight edge and you don’t touch a bottle. We’re the lost souls, that are too lost for another to find. Nothing seems to make sense to either of us and I’m not sure it ever will. Yet you fear the other way out where I welcome it with open arms. You’re a big reason I’m still alive because I’ve thought of life with you gone, and I couldn’t picture inflicting that reflection on your life. The one way I’m sure you will get over fear of death is if I want there. I’m sure you’d contemplate giving up life in hopes of finding me after. I’m sure because I’ve thought of that, I thought if I had to go through life without you, I’d rather not go through life. I hate smoking, and drugs but I have never abandoned you for doing any where as I was quick to leave another. You see things differently than anyone else I know. It’s almost as if something super natural is using you as binoculars to observe, as everyone else is using regular glasses themselves. To imagine the way you see the world is surreal and gives meaning to the word extraordinary. We share views in certain manners, enough that we’re able to visualize the others perspectives, something others haven’t been able to do with either of us. Your intelligence knows no bound, as you educate yourself outside of school. Grades and pointless classes never spiked interest, but you love to learn. Nobody seems to understand that confined education and learning are two different concepts. I always did, and you always knew that. You’re a masterpiece, such as the ones you create on your worksheets. You’re the crumpled up drawing your teacher didn’t deem good enough when we both knew exactly what it meant. The drawing was you. No teacher or person could understand what was portrayed but we both knew exactly what it meant. You’re like the Voynich Manuscript, something that exists for a reason, and raises so many questions but can’t understand the answers. I live my life considering you in many aspects. I can’t imagine a future without you in it. I envision a shitty apartment that will be our palace, and music that makes us feel like kings, because no one will be ever to knock us off the top of the world we stand in. It’s ride or die, we stick together till the end.
