I hate the idea that he might be sitting there and wondering why I just stopped texting one day, wondering where his friend who always said how proud she was of him disappeared to. I wish there was a way to send a message through the universe to let him know he had such a profound impact on my life. Or maybe he doesn’t think about me at all. Maybe he’s gotten over it, maybe he has new friends. Maybe he relapsed and I wasn’t there this time to help him. Or maybe someone else was there for him. I just hope, no matter what, that he’s ok.















