I miss you. I may act like an independent asshole at you sometimes, but God, I need you. You’re a product of evolution. You're someone I met in March of this year, and I’ve been there to see you change since then, so radically and beautifully. You’ve held sovereignty over a range of feelings in me, euphoric and horrific, and I just want to continue to have the balance of these feelings caused by you in my life as long as possible. I love you so much. You drive me crazy. Maybe I feel like kissing you right now, maybe I don’t. I don’t know. You’re my friend, and I absolutely hated thinking about how irrelevant I’ve become in your life, and though I ignored it for some time, it got to me. I became jealous of those around you, I wanted to be there too. I stood in Domino’s, staring at the ceiling, my lips moving but no intelligible words coming out of them, as I tried to decipher what it was I really felt. A self-inflicted loneliness and a selfish jealousy to become my comfortable mental ruin. What a shame. However, I am digressing. I miss you. Return to my visual grasp, my arms, hands, lap, seat, space.