Unsent Messages

We were so close or so I thought. Somehow, I still don’t know your favorite color. I never noticed your favorite foods, favorite book, favorite show, favorite color. I noticed everything else. From the way your eyes lit up when you looked at me, to the way you touched me so gently and calmly. Some days we’re like the best of friends, some days I hate you, some days you hate me, some days I want to be more than just friends. You were my first love, you were my first heartbreak. I can’t help but wonder if you felt the same. Your actions always confused me, but your words were always so nourishing to my ears. I miss your voice. I miss your face. I miss your touch. I miss the way you used to show affection in the most creative ways. Sending pictures of cats you adored, yet I wish you didn’t send me videos and pictures of people you adored.. I miss you. I wish it was easier to talk to you. There’s no way things could ever get worse, we’re already distant. I really imagined a life with you, even though we’re only kids. We went from best friends to strangers in a matter of a few seconds. What did I do wrong?