We took a picture of my favorite star constellation that night, you know the one— we were untouchable.
Time stopped and euphoric youth ran through our veins. You were the best damn drug I’ve ever tried.
I was so in love with you.
Missing you comes in waves of grief and so many questions.
I think the answers are just ones I’ve avoided, ones you’ve avoided too. Too scared to hurt me. You loved me, you weren’t ready, you didn’t want to bleed on me but you did love me— at least for a time. Nothing can change my mind about that. Absolutely nothing.
Months later you still had the picture as your screen saver. My dog as your profile picture and we were tip toeing around making each other jealous.
I was a fucking mess. You loved me as much as you could and I am so grateful to have known you in that time. So grateful.
We both realized that it had to end. We were two car crashes who couldn’t stop staring at each other.
I miss you, always.
We were wild for each other, weren’t we?












