I hate myself for not being able to look you for too long, if I can at all, in the pictures we took.

For not wanting to dive back down in the ocean of memories to remember how we made fun of each other and laughed so much.

We became friends so fast.

How we gave each other so many cute nicknames that just thinking about the reason you gave them to me is enough to melt my heart alone.

But I know I can’t stay in this mood for too long, almost as if someone will just flip the switch.

oh right, you’re gone.

et tu me manque