Me: You must be trippin'
Iza: I'm not trippin' on my shoe laces!
I miss your smile. I miss your encouraging words. I miss our late-night conversations. I miss being your friend. We had told each other we would travel to California to find ourselves. It may have been a cliche, but it was our cliche. I appreciate all the times you stood by me, believed in my art, and gave me a listening ear. Not many people in my life deserved the title real friend but you were a real friend to me. Not many people get me, but you did. You get me. Let's go to Home Depot to sit on the chairs and watch people pass on by. I still remember chatting online through many holidays. I gave you a book from Ali's daughter 'cause her strength reminded me of you. We understood each other; we felt like we were trapped behind bars and had family that tried so hard to crush our dreams. I'll always have our memories kept in my pocket.
I was walking on the streets of Atlanta and wanted to bump into you somehow. Guess what? I will be going to Puerto Rico once again and I hope I will find you there. If you're not, I hope you're happy ---- wherever you are.
The crooks thought they had the wrong girl 'cause she was smiling like a fool but ----------- can you blame her? This is her big break. Philosophies in her pockets. She held her childhood lullabies and had her own lines to live by. We take chances to discover ourselves. Crashing police cars. Building underground hideouts. We may be falling but ------------ to us, we're flying. The angels breathe down our backs. "We're reviving ourselves."
I write these words for you. I will never stop being your friend. I miss you, Iza.