We haven't talked.
We haven't talked in a long, long time. College for me and senior year of highschool for you. Busy, busy bees apparently. I can make time but you seem to lack any for people outside of your immediate circle. I want to see you. And hug you. With a rope. Around your neck. Hard. This is not a threat. It is simply myself wanting you to understand what it feels like to have the light drain your of your eyes by someone that was once so close.
















