VALE ORTA

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?

I think it’s important for everyone to understand that missing something isn’t always the same thing as wanting it back

I don’t know if you’ll ever get to read this, but I hope you know that I miss you. I hope you know that there isn’t a day when I don’t think about how eager I was to experience you, and how you seemed to feel the same. I remember it all. The way your laugh sounded. The how your voice changed when you got tired. The deep conversations and the dumb inside jokes. I remember you. I wonder if you remember me. I wonder if you think about me the way I’m thinking about you right now. Are you too busy running in the other direction to take a stroll down memory lane? If you are, I understand. I hope you come see me again someday. Maybe then, the idea of us would make more sense to you. Maybe then, you’ll be okay with letting my soul shine next to yours. Maybe all of this thinking I’m doing will be worth it. Or maybe not, but I guess that’s okay too, as long as you’re alright. The one thing that should have changed, hasn’t. I still care about you, even though you’re gone. I guess all I can really say is thank you for stopping by.