I wish i could text you now, but i know that i can’t. Even a simple i miss you would break my heart. But i can’t help but think of the night we went to drop off your ex boyfriend’s things, the way i had to make you pull over, how i had to hold you in the drivers seat while you cried. How i felt your tears like they were my own. i miss you and i can’t help but wonder why you wouldn’t hold on to me like you did him. Or wonder if you even shed a single tear when you dropped two years worth of memories onto my front porch.