i still believe that MY pretty boy that i met last year is still there. maybe you’re a different version of yourself now. either way i had that part of you. somewhere between our awkward beginning and bitter ending there was love. a whole lot of genuine, selfless love. i miss being friends. goodbye for now, beautiful boy. hopefully we can be best friends again someday. someday when i can look at you and not see the memories, and not miss the past.