Ok, so I know that it’s been years. Two years, almost exactly that we last talked. You know, when that all crumbled. I will never miss anyone as much as I do you. And I know I’m with him, and you’re with her, and she’s a fucking angel, and he can still be kinda a jerk. I will never be as happy as I was with you, even though we weren’t together. What was that, anyway? Not as if you can actually see this. I just wish that you could, and that you agreed. I miss having you in my life. The other guys are great, love them to pieces. But you’re truly my home. I guess it’s just nostalgia that pulls me back to you. The last time I saw you, it was more for the sake of seeing you, but I had to force myself to laugh every single time. That killed, to be honest. I miss you, buddy. I’m sure I’ll find someone better on my travels. I can hope so, right? Just realize, and juno, and finding nemo, and the fourth of july, and all that.