Unsent Messages

I miss my best friend. I just miss it. I miss staying up all night laughing. I miss staying at your house for days at a time. I miss getting ready for school together. I miss our family dinners. I miss drinking cheap wine and passing out on your couch. I miss all of your dogs laying on top of me while I slept. And I miss friendsgiving. And I miss sitting with you in the garage while you hit your bong. And I miss watching you roll. I miss the way you’d make fun of me for the tiny hits I’d take off the blunt. And I miss leaving your house with the smell of weed in my hair. And I miss our late night drives that we called adventures. And the taste of rum on my tongue as we laughed in the garage. I miss laying next to you and not being able to stop laughing. I miss the feeling of home away from home. I miss the paintings on your walls. I miss never doubting that I was your favorite person and you were mine. I miss screaming out about how the stars are aligned and that this will be our night and that we have a bond unbreakable by the universe. I miss it all. And most of all I miss you. Even though you don’t miss me. Even if you left me to drown in the waves while you found your sunshine. Even though you’re happier now and better off without me. I miss it.