i miss you too. i never said it back, and i told you not to say that; but, i miss you too. it wasn’t supposed to be like this. we were supposed to get out together, stay together, build and share a life. i still love you. even after you broke my heart the first time, i never stopped loving you, just tried to distract myself from the feeling. sitting with you in the old buick after i popped my tire driving us around was when i knew— i think i’ll always love you. we’ve torn each other apart, seen each other at our best and worst. the outline of both of our fists are etched into this drywall now; so, how could i ever be rid of you? i wish it didn’t end like this. being on the phone with you halfway across the country while you help me pack a box full of your things to ship to you broke me all over again. i love you. i love you. i’ll never be able to say it to you again, but i’ll think it every time i see your notification. i love you. i love you. i love you. i’m sorry. in another life, we face the horrors together. in another life, we are forever. i’ll find you in that life, just promise you’ll look for me too.