I still find it pretty miraculous that we even met, and that I still feel as strongly for you as I did then. It’s a pain in the ass, sometimes — you’re a pain in the ass, sometimes — but you’re also the funniest, most fascinating person I know, and I’ve never been bored with you. Everything feels more charged with you around.
Of course I still wish it worked out between us. Jesus, you haven’t even apologized for why it didn’t work out between us. But to have someone who can make me laugh the way you do, who I can bounce ideas off — to have you, after all that, and even through this — I’m thankful for that. I’m thankful for you. I’ll take what I can get, and our friendship is pretty damn valuable as is.
I just wish that thoughts of it wasn’t keeping me up at night. Like right now.
