.279 | to Amy, from Gordon

Amy, words cannot begin to describe how grateful I am to have you as a friend. And while I know I may not be YOUR favorite person right now for “abandoning you” in Atlanta, you are certainly one of MINE. From the early days of arguing over whether the use of the term “girlfriend” really meant an (obviously) gay man was straight, to enduring my intoxicated tirade at the lack of walk-able CVS locations in Midtown and taking me to my first (and only) 80 year-old stripper show, to the end days of literally managing my move; you have been a ride or day since day one and perfectly book-ended my three years in the peach tree city.

As if helping me pack, selling my furniture, and empowering (let’s be honest, demanding) me to donate all of my items that no longer brought me joy like a responsible, sustainable member of society wasn’t enough, you actually did so much more than that…For someone who prides themselves in being independent and being afraid to ask others for help in fear of what that might mean, you never had me think twice about it, and literally just showed up and were there every step of the way; you made me bring down the walls I hide behind and reminded me that I can (and should) depend on others and that while I may think it at times, I am truly never alone, thanks to great friends, such as yourself.

So, thank you. For so much. For being my friend, for helping me, and for just being you. Never change. K. Thx. Bye.