Anonymous: I thought of you today. Because I had a cigarette today and so, I thought of you. I thought of the times on your patio where we would just chain smoke and I would say something stupid and you would bat at me with your sarcasm and we would just sit and laugh. And eventually, when we ran out of cigarettes and you got tired around 3am, you would tell me I had to leave, and then, you just left. You left one day and I've missed you ever since. I miss you, Tor.
I’ve stared at this since I got it, and I still don’t know how to respond.