For years before we met, people told me I would love you. So many of our mutual friends used to tell me about how similar we were, with so many mutual interests and mutual mental health issues.
And when we finally met, we connected instantly. I remember sitting on the bed in the spare bedroom of my apartment, window wide open, chain-smoking cigarettes and exchanging stories about the fucked up things that had happened to us, fucked up things we had done and weird shit we experienced.
You intermittently popped your anxiety medication while I packed bong bowl after bong bowl of Indica strains. We had some overlapping clinical diagnoses and some similar but different ones too.
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