i miss you a lot. i keep thinking about how you looked with your head tilted back, laughing. iβve lost lovers before and wept over my fingers. but what am i going to cry about this time? you were just my best friend. i still know your birthday and your favorite color and how you feel about lemonade and how you sound singing at the top of your lungs. like, i still think about you at night, wondering if youβre doing alright - but when i reach out, we walk the same six conversations - howβs it going? haha yeah thatβs crazy. oh cool! yeah totally. yeah iβm busy too. hope we can see each other soon. i know weβre different people now. but you know. somehow, i still love you.
















