1303
Hey, Patrick. I went down to 1303 last night. You weren't home. Not surprising as you hadn't lived there in a decade, but that's where I knew you, and that's your home to me. The building is still full of hipsters and art students and bikes and dogs. It makes me happy to know that people are still having conversations much like ours inside those apartments. It's been a year, and I still miss you, but now, when I think of you, I'm more often happy than sad. I hope everyone who loved you is well.