My mind can't move two inches without running into thoughts of you. I find myself spending a lot of my time wondering if you're wondering about me. Is that a paradox of some sort? I wish I could tell you all of the things that have been swimming in my head for the last two months. But instead I'm writing you a note that you're never going to read.
I suppose that the worst part of all of this is that I still don't know why. Sure, I have ideas and have hypothesized many concepts on why you left, but I'm never going to hear a real reason come out of your mouth. I wish it hadn't been so easy for you to leave and move on. It's like I didn't mean anything to you. Fuck that, I know I didn't mean anything to you. I opened up, told you things I was too scared to tell anyone else, and then you left. Thank you for showing me that it's best to not tell anyone anything.
During the senior speeches for musical, I sat there thinking about how I won't have one. If I don't kill myself by then, anorexia will. I sat there thinking how I was struggling with all of the horrible and ugly thoughts in my head when I was with you, but how I was trying so hard to be better. For you. I tried so hard, because you were so worth it to me. I kept telling myself if someone like you could love me, maybe I could love myself too. Maybe it was unfair of me to become so dependent on you.
I see you everywhere. I don't go looking for you but you still somehow manage to be everywhere I am. It makes me angry. You won't even look me in the eyes. I don't understand how two people who used to talk everyday can go two months without saying a single word to one another.
I have days where all I want is to tell you about all the insignificant events that happened in my life that day. Where I only want to talk to you about this book I read, or this drawing I started sketching. You were one of my best friends. I miss being friends with you the most.
I found an old note I wrote you when were dating, but must have forgotten to give to you. It had a bunch of our inside jokes written on it (do you remember them? I'm sure you don't.) and I said all these sweet things to and about you. It was disgusting and I wanted to punch past-me in the face. I really did love you.
I might have given you back every physical reminder of our time together, but I'm stuck with all the memories. I'm existing with the ghost of you following me around.
I don't remember what you smell like. I can't recall what it felt like to have your hand in mine. I don't know what your laugh sounds like anymore. I can't remember how your hugs felt. I can barely even remember the sound of your voice. I'll soon forget the color of your eyes. And you'll forget mine.
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