Do you write for yourself? Maybe in the hope that someone reads it? Or do you create because you're supposed to.
There is only a brief and fleeting moment, never to be experienced again. Where words flow on digital paper and I think about you.
You'll probably never see this; I don't expect you to Google my name. But I wish you didn't have to and we could share this. But that's not meant to be.
You're remarkable. And I still love you.
So I guess this one is for me.
Even a brief romance can still impact my dumb brain. Considering the possibilities of every action, thinking about what I could invite you to the following weekend, or even just being your friend. I miss you. I miss my ******* friend.
I don't know who you are. But I don't recognize you anymore.