Chapter Continued, Our Perfect Storm
Frankie,
I’m writing this letter in an attempt to convey how much you mean to me, and to let you know that I will always be there for you.
I meant what I said yesterday—I really don’t know how to thank you.
Not only for bringing me home but for everything.
I don’t know how I would have survived the last twelve years without you in my life.
There’s an alternate reality where we didn’t live next door to each other and never became friends.
I imagine a version of myself falling apart on the floor of my bedroom alone, and I feel sorry for that George.
That guy is so fucking lost without you.
Thank you for knowing that I needed to come back home and spend some time with my true family.
Thank you for cooking dinner with your mom and for having Mimi and me over last night.
It meant a lot to sit around that table and see everyone’s faces.
My grandma, your parents, your brothers.
And you. I don’t know how you got Moby to come for a visit on such short notice, but catching shit from him and Darwin all night was weirdly soothing.
Thank you for being in my life. There’s no other reality I’d want to exist in, except this one, with you.
Love,
George