I really miss you. I’ve started to think about you more. After a month apart it feels like I don’t know myself, a part of me is gone. You were my life for so long. It’s such a shame that growing up means letting go of the things you love. And god I love you more than anything. I never thought I’d be able to love anyone the way I’ve loved you for years. I want it all back. I wish I could accept that this is the end but we still talk every day. I can’t cut you off it’s not right. Life is strange.
