you still live in my head, in my thoughts. maybe it’s not even you anymore— just the idea of you. loving, but imagined. i miss you. my soul shines with you, like colored glass in the sunlight— shattered, but beautiful in its own way. be happy. oh gods, please let him be happy. my dearest, though i wish you could love me too, more than anything i wish for you to be happy. i love you— for both of us. and maybe, someday, someone will love me the same way. maybe. but for now— be happy. okay? for both of us.











