I know you don’t want to hear this or know this, but I would feel better if I wrote it, especially since I could never say this to you.
I miss you. Everytime I come home, the first thing I think about is you. I know it has been 2 years now, but I still think about it every once in a while and I know you do too (your friends tell me you do).
I miss the way you made fun of me for holding on to the steering wheel, how we talked on the phone for at least an hour every single night, how I put up with you rapping all the time to the most ghetto music, how you walked me to spanish class everyday, how you quoted “cool runnings” like it was your job, how you would come to my house all the time to just talk, how your mom and i would hang out, how you hated ku bball because they beat memphis, how you would hug me all the time like you weren’t gonna let go. But especially i miss how you liked me for the longest time without me ever even realizing, well at least until your friends made me realize that I had fallen for you without knowing.
I just miss you. I’m sorry our friendship isn’t and can never be the same again. I know we can’t go back to the way things were, but just know that I miss it.