See you soon

I sat in his kitchen staring at the crate of apples that sits at the bottom of the garden, near the tree house. It's one of the last summer days, lazy and longing, his parents sleep in deck chairs. He plays me songs on his guitar, his knees bouncing, his heart pouring. Oh my dear friend. We travelled through the worst. I remember crying over you and my mistake and wishing for my friend to come back. You did. And you hug me and I know this will be till the end. What more can I ask for. You give me everything I need. Sitting at your computer you mention how you found the book I made you for your birthday, how special it was, and said sorry in case he hadn't shown his true appreciation. And I cry.