We aren’t a part of each other’s lives anymore, and we haven’t been for a long time. There has been enough grace period for me to get over it, but we all know I’m the last to let go. I think about how we used to write stories of the lives we wanted right before we fell asleep; I wonder too often if once we looked back, we’d laugh at how far we’ve drifted. We are lighthouses at opposite ends of the sea, calling each other home, but there are too many miles between us to hear. And maybe this is all too late to say, maybe these are things that can no longer change and we can’t come back the way we want to, but I want you to know that I don’t think our pinky promises were ever meant to end. I hope you know I never stopped missing you. I hope you’ve found your right story.

News flash, you won’t find him wherever you go. There will be flaws in every boy you run into. One boy may have the same sweet sunshine eyes he had, but there will be no freckles splashed over his nose. One boy may wrap your arms around his neck and hug you with no intention other than to hold you, but he won’t look you straight in the eyes and apologize for being sucky with his feelings. One boy may sing at the top of his lungs with you as you speed down the highway together, but he will not kiss your forehead when you are feeling down. Every boy will have a flaw, because nobody could ever compare to him. Nobody could ever make your head spin, your mind race, and your blood boil as much as that boy could. No one could ever compare, they shouldn’t have to.