Jun 26, 2014
Sit down, I’ll tell you a story. One day, I made a stupid mistake. I said some nasty things I didn’t mean, and I lost someone. Not just a best friend, not just a sister. But a piece of me. I think about her now and then. Like, every time I get coffee, Or formulate secret plans after midnight, Or think of an old inside joke, Or I’m in desperate need of an intelligent conversation. I really fucking miss you.
If you’re reading this, And you feel the same way, I’ll be at scooters. Friday at 5. With a latte. I miss you.
(And if you know, if you don’t make it there, I’ll hope for the best and my wishful thinking will assume that you just haven’t read this yet. And so I’ll be back. Monday at 5.)
xxoxoselly