sometime in 2019

Goddamnit do i miss you. 

It haunts me in the back of my mind every so often. Today especially. I’m nostalgic. 

I miss our part of the universe. Tucked far off where no one else can reach it. I know you’re there, somewhere, and you’re proud. 

There’s so much I need to tell you. Maybe in another lifetime. 

Sometimes I wonder if any of it ever mattered. 

But how could it not? 

There’s something one of a kind about us. It’s something about the secret part of the universe and spilling my guts out at 3am. It’s almost religious. 

Sometimes I wonder if we’re soulmates.

We are. Soulmate friends, always.

Isn’t it crazy that I still love you like I did four years ago? Feelings like that don’t go away - it’s eternal, neverending. 

I’ve gotten pretty good at numbing my feelings - which is probably why I don’t write anymore. I’m going to start, for you. even if you don’t read it ever again. 

It’s for you, it always was.