Jackson K,
I see you in everything, we don’t talk, we didn’t leave on bad terms. But yet I still miss you. I don’t want you back if you think that’s what I’m saying, I miss you. Not the now you but the YOU you. The idiot who didn’t know how to make pancakes, would make Lego sets and talk about his stupid little interests, the one who worried and loved so hard. I still love that you. But I cannot love you.