A good friend wrote this to me. He's a Smooth mother fucker.
Tim it's morning here! 7am outside is bleak and windy, the trees dance outside my windows like Russian jesters obeying a master. It's been ten years and maybe more since I first left the shores of Britain to seek a different path! It's difficult to know if we are ever making the right choice? It's hard to predict the future or to see what could have been or what still might be! Just as long as we stay friends, no matter the distance, then that's good enough for me! Just thought I'd let you know. X have a cool night! Love the one you're with! X
