and i remember it was early morning at about 3am and the mountains were just starting to get this dull red glow around them and he was sitting on the roof and i was sitting on the bonnet and it occurred to me that this /this/ is what i’m going to lose. i turned to my friend and i told him ‘i came on this roadtrip because i wanted to kill myself’ and there was a long long silence and he said to me ‘i came because i didn’t want to die’ and it’s funny how the universe works in such strange (2 of 3)
ways and brought us together and maybe it was fate, maybe it was god or maybe it was something else but we’re both still alive. you used to have in your description “roadtrips are important” and, my god, they are (part 3 of 3)
i dont think i’ve ever received a more beautiful, heartbreaking message. thank you, thank you for sharing this with me. thank you. you are so brave. you are so fricking brave.