I need to write about Templars. But I don’t want to.
I want to write. But not about Templars.
I have a lot of friends. Problem is, I never get to see them. I live very far away from them. From people I care about deeply. And I worry about.
You.
Are you all right?
Are you okay?
Is there anything I can do?
I’d like to. If I can.
It’s been two years now. Just made it through another New Year’s Eve. For five years I thought I’d be spending that night with one woman I made a promise to. Two years ago. She didn’t want to keep that promise anymore.
Two years ago, I didn’t think I’d make it to see another New Year’s Eve. I didn’t want to see another New Year’s Eve.
But I made it.
Because of my friends.
Who are now so far away from me.
Are you all right?
Are you okay?
Is there anything I can do?
I’d like to. If I can.
Let me know.