My Dearest Megan,
I don’t know if words can ever truly carry what I feel, but I have to try. I miss you more than I can even put into sentences. I miss the way we used to laugh at things no one else would understand, the little jokes that only we got, the late-night talks that stretched into the quiet hours when the world felt too loud for anyone else. I miss the chaos of our friendship, the comfort, the messiness, the way you somehow made every moment feel alive.
I miss you. I miss how you understand me like no one else ever has, how you can look at me and see all the parts of me I hide from the world. I miss feeling safe with you, feeling like someone truly gets the way my mind works, the way my heart feels. Even now, even with the distance, I can feel the echo of that understanding, and it hurts more than I can say.
And Megan, I still love you. Not in a fleeting, passing way. I love you in the quiet, relentless way that stays with me, that doesn’t fade just because life gets in the way. I love you for your laughter, for your heart, for the way you have always known me better than I knew myself. I don’t think I will ever stop.
I hope someday we can find our way back to the little things again, the stupid jokes, the comfortable silences, the friendship that felt like home. I hope you know that you are missed not in a casual way, not in a half-hearted way, but in a way that shakes me, that keeps me awake at night, wishing I could turn back time just to feel your presence again. I miss you forever and ever .