you were my first best friend. someone who knew me more than any soul in the world. i find myself wanting to tell you things i look forward to or am excited about. i find myself wanting to share embarrassing hobbies others would laugh at me for. i find myself wanting what we once had. i wish i could relive the time in which we were the closest and keep pushing replay so it would never end. you seem to know yourself and be fine without me, and i just wish you were still my best friend. or at least think of me every once in a while like i think of you.