you were my closest friend, the other half to my soul. sometimes i catch you staring at me and i wonder if you do it because you hate me, or you miss me, or both. i miss you, well no, i miss the person you used to be. and i secretly wish that that person would come back to me even though i know she's gone. i hope you are happy, and that you still make soy milk chai's on the stove. i've never hated and loved anybody more.