It’s easier to miss you in shitty days like these, trapped indoors, heater on.

Not that you were special, by any means. You are a waste of oxygen.

But we were a wonderful team, remember? Brothers, lovers, travelmates, all in one…

There were no lame evenings with you.

We wouldn’t sit down to be fed content.

We would go out.

Steal a car, scare a nun.

But also cheat on each other. Hurt each other.

And, over and over again, forgive each other.

How would it be like now, if we would have stayed together?

We were a dead end. There’s no point trying to find each other.

Please tell me that you are a suburban dad carrying their kids to soccer.