Jan 14, 2022
old, but gone, childhood friends are weird because it’s like. i still have your messages from the fourth grade telling me how much you loved me, when i didn’t really know what that meant. i remember the rasp in your voice, the way you laughed, the way you hugged. do you remember my name? all i have left of you are faded memories. how many memories could we have made, had life gone differently? i remember the day i watched you leave, crying openly the way kids do. how has time changed us since then? is it reversible?
