Glycerine

To my old friend.

It's not often that we meet, anymore, and while I do miss the time that we spent together, as time goes on, we drift steadily apart. It's funny, the more I welcome you, the less we meet...

I want to thank you. Thank you for all the company that you've given me over all these years, thank you for being the first one to show yourself when there was trouble, the first to leave when help arrived. Do you remember halloween when I was a kid? Crazy shit. Thank you, for always having been as you were, as you are; the voice of reason and practicality in the back of my head – I remember when I beat you for the first time – fourth grade, I had to give that speech, remember? I don't remember what it was about anymore, but I remember almost wetting myself and you loving every second of it, up until I got up and started talking, and looked over to see that girl – what was her name? Danielle? Dani? Looking at me with those big brown eyes of hers, smile creeping up on her face... Yeah, everything was alright from there. Remember later that day, when I wanted to ask her to be my girlfriend, and you kept standing there, keeping me from saying it to her face? I remember standing my ground, sticking my chest out, and doing it anyway... and she said yes! Did I ever tell you that? You were gone by the time I finished asking... Man, that was a great feeling, though... Thank you. Thank you, because from that day on, and every day after, I realized that you were just short enough that if I stuck my chin up, I could see past you, and into greatness.

For all the time that we've spent together, you're welcome to stop by as often as you like. I'll always be here to face you head on, and who knows? Maybe we'll go rock-climbing or sky-diving sometime... But even if you don't, I know that you'll always be there when it matters, reminding me to keep my chin up and to look past what's in front of me to see what lies ahead of me.

Thanks.