You’ll never read this, but
I still think of you often. I still see you in my dreams. I still hear your laugh in my thoughts. I wish we could be friends some day, or run into each other in the city, but I know it would only hurt you.
I wonder if you still care about me. I wonder if youre dating someone(s) or sleeping with someone(s). I wonder if you still think about the last night we were close and the empty promises you agreed to.
I miss you still, and I may always. Your friendship meant a great deal to me for so long. I wonder if I ever cross your mind, and if ypure still hurting from the way our relationship imploded and splintered.













