Hey

Hey, ¿how you doing? It's weird to talk to you again. Kinda awkward too. We used to talk for hours. About everything. And look at us now. ¿what happened? ¿why does everything that I love have to die?

I can see you have been busy. Making some cool plans with your friends and with your girlfriend. I'm  glad you are OK. Because for some nights I couldn't sleep thinking about it. About how would you be doing. Then I understood. It wasn't my business. It never was. I thought I was much more for you than what I actually was. But it's OK. I know how to handle it. I always get through  the same stuff.

Yea. You were right. I expect too much of people. Too much of you, especially.

So hey, let's keep a normal conversation for a few minutes. Tell me what you've been doing. How you've been feeling and all that stuff. Let's pretend we are normal for a while. Let's pretend I'm not dying inside.

Oh and hey. I miss you.

One day

“One day I’m going to do something reckless. One day I’m going to show up at your door and lay the earth at your feet. I will look at you and say that I’ve loved you with every mile between us and I will love you through a thousand more. You were crafted from the stars and the sea and I have never, in this lifetime or the last, seen anything that moves or speaks like you. One day I will do something reckless. One day I will tell you that you look like the rest of my life.”

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