Joel

This New Yorker I met who was best friends with my boyfriend.

This New Yorker I met who went behind my boyfriend’s back to ask me for nudes.

This New Yorker I met who was so blinded by lust, that he was losing himself.

This New Yorker I met who found himself within a couple years.

This New Yorker I met who turned into my best friend.

This New Yorker I met who doesn’t take shit from anybody.

This New Yorker I met who is now a completely different person than who I met five years ago.

This New Yorker I met who sometimes makes me feel like shit about my life choices.

This New Yorker I met who never lets me go despite how he feels about my life choices.

This New Yorker I met who is trying his best and working his hardest.

This New Yorker I met named Joel.