Confession #? Sometimes..
I miss the witty conversations I used to have with this guy I liked a year ago. But it was a paragraph on my part and a word on his. I think I liked the idea of him more than him. However, it was still enjoyable. I sometimes find myself wishing we talked now in days because I feel like a total stranger to this guy and I don't like it. Sometimes we do- but uts not like it was. Our friendship -or whatever it was- was interrupted by me just getting shipped off and I'd like to resume it. I wonder what things would've been like if I wasnt shipped off to Maine.












