hanging my tomorrows on the bones of yesterday

Depression sucks, and since everyone has been there, they should understand this, but people often lack the self-awareness to really get it when it's happening to others.
You are unique. That is the thing I love most about you, that wonderful uniqueness that means that what will come out of your mouth in even the most casual conversation won't come from any other mouth I know. And I don't expect you to rubber stamp my moods or even comment on them if you don't want to, because I don't expect anything from you -- who am I to place my expectations on you? That's just rude.

I like you when you're peppy, morose, snarky, brittle, or myriad other moods, because I like you for who you are. I also know you're busier than a drug dealer at a yuppie block party, so I don't expect you to always be around. You're the one who said you're like a bent penny, always showing up when you least expect it, and I honor that.
Would I like for you to get out of this depression? Hell, yes, because I don't like seeing my friends in pain. But I also understand that this is going on for a reason, and that you've probably got a reason for it, and that it probably also fits into your master plan for total world domination that I can't quite understand yet.
But I do feel that we need sushi. If I have to, I'll buy.
Love you. If you need it, I'm here, and I'm not going away. That's what friends do -- remember the saying, friends help you move, real friends help you move bodies, and true friends help you move bodies with no questions.