Even though I should be happy, I miss you. I miss you so much. I miss talking to you. I miss waking up to a text. I miss our dirty conversations. Most of all, I miss my friend. I lost my best friend, and my soul mate at the same time when you quit talking to me. I still can’t talk about it without crying. I would’ve been good to you. I loved you, and have for as long as I can remember. I would’ve done anything for you. I’ll never understand wtf I did, or didn’t do.
