i still have your scrunchie and the presents i bought you for your christmas present that you never got ,in a box under my bed. i could lose you in a million different lifetimes and i know i’d still love you just the same in each one, even though we barely new each other as real people but instead as ideas and daydreams of made up scenarios that never happened. i still know your favourite ice cream flavour and your sisters name, your shoe size and your plans for the future ; but i don’t know how you react in public when you do something embarrassing or how fast you tear up when watching a sad movie. i wish we experienced things, real things, together like we said we would. maybe then loving you like i do would make more sense

I cant tell if u are still my friend or not but u cant drop me after 8 years

I’m sorry truly sorry