The past few days have made me realise that my friends are what keep me whole. My best friend, the other half of my soul, is absolutely the most incredible person I know. Seeing her glowing with happiness makes me equally as happy.

I am gifted to have a friend in my tattooist, someone who understands my head and my heart. I hope there never has to come a time where he is not in my life anymore. Not just for the incredible artwork, but for what I regard as an important friendship.

My Colorado, who has come home to me after four long years. Looking every bit as beautiful as I remember, with a heart of gold to match. I have 6 weeks without a great expanse of water between us, and I am thankful beyond belief for that.

My friends, who know exactly who they are, I love unconditionally. We can go for weeks, months without hearing a peep from one another. And then, a thought turns into a message, turns into a phone call, turns into a coffee. I miss these people infinitely when we’re not together. These people I can completely relax with, no barriers, no guard, no small talk. We slot back into that, despite the time or the distance between us.

I have had enough experiences in my life to know when I have the diamonds in the rough. I need to make more effort with the friends I hold closest to my heart. I promise I will try.