For a reason or for a season

People say you are either friends for a reason or for a season,

But isn’t a season a reason?

Some of the losses rip you apart,

Photography by Magnus Kermack

Some just slip out from between your fingers,

Some don’t leave,

They are just thousands of miles away

You put pen to paper,

And eagerly await a reply

You call from time to time

And you save all you earn to go back and be with them again.

The thing about friendships like that they are worth waiting for.

Your reason becomes a season,

The season is summer.

- Words by Kirsty Taylor and Photography by Magnus Kermack