I think about you everyday. I wonder how you’re holding up, if you’re struggling or if you’re the happiest you’ve ever been in your life. No one has ever watched out for me the way that you have and I’ll never have the same connection with anyone else. I feel a lot when I think about you. I miss our talks, I miss how stupid we would act together and how dramatic we’d be in public but we didn’t give a shit. That’s what you taught me, to love myself and live for myself. You made me realize that I was worthy of something, and that I shouldn’t let anyone take advantage of my heart. I miss the comfort and security I felt when you were around. I miss when we both used to wake up at the same time and we would cross paths in the hall, looking completely fucked up and we would just laugh at each other because we pulled an all nighter the previous night. No one has ever understood me the way you do. You get it. You get me and you feel what I feel. I’ve been sad and lonely since you’ve been gone but I try not to resent you because I know this is what’s best for you and this is where you’re supposed to be. I just hope that you’re around the right people, immersing yourself in design, and enjoying life. I miss you so fucking much that it hurts sometimes. I always pictured us starting fresh in a new city together post graduation. But you got a head start. And that’s okay, we will cross paths one day eventually and I hope that when we do, we greet each other with insults because that’s just us.
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