I miss desperately everything you represent.
You too.
I miss you selfishly. I miss how good, and young, and hopeful I felt around you.
But also, just desperately miss your friendship
Our conversations. Our laughter. Car drives and mix tapes.
And I miss our kind of friendship.
Surprisingly deep.
And kind.
And wonderful.

and I wonder,
Do you miss it too?

Is that why you stutter
And stumble.
Make awkward small talk.
And get away as fast as you can.
I hope not.

And I wish you
The very best.

We could never be
What you hoped
But we were wonderful for a time.