#pickingpetals

It’s funny how it took me 11 years, a move halfway across the world and a “kys” under one of my Instagram posts to fully realize the type of person you are. I know he left you, I know you moved away and I know every single one of the text posts on the blog is about missing someone but none of them are about me. Apparently, my great-grandmother always said that you can count all of your friends on one hand. I counted you every single time. And now that I don’t, all I can remember is that fact that I once did.