You aren't here. I know you aren't. Either that or you just haven't said anything. Either way, you probably won't see this.
Fuck, I'm so sorry. I can't- dude this is hard. It's 4:30 in the morning and here I am thinking of *you.* Not him, *you.* Not her, **you.** Not anyone else, just... you. And I fuckin wish I wasn't. I fucked up the hit. I fucked up our friendship for a brief time there. That's not what I'm apologizing for, no.
I'm apologizing for making it look like I cared about him more than you.
You're always my top dog. My go-to. My best fucking friend. And now I'm sitting here and my heart is doing these weird flips when I think about you. Flips it had done before and is now doing again. Flips I didn't understand before. But now I do.
Listen up, firecracker, only gonna say this once.
I love you. I think I have for a while now.
I don't know how to end this little post. I guess.... if by some miracle you *do* see this, fuckin.... let's go get burgers. Like always.
- Pico (#fictive and #luminlupin please)