There’s so much I wish I could tell you, but I know you won’t hear it. I know it won’t matter. I’m not the person you see when you look up, and I’ll never be. These past years will fade like they were never ours, and you’ll move on, away from this place, away from everything that’s ever hurt you. And I’ll still be here, searching for pieces of you in every shadow, every street corner, only to realize you’re long gone. We only have this year. And I know it won’t be enough, not for me, not for you. But still, I hope, for just a breath of a moment, you might see me. Not the version everyone else made up, but me. I care for you more than I should, more than I understand. Something about you pulls at me, and I hate it. I love you, Chris. I think a part of me always will.