Your sunglasses are still in my car. I keep them there to have a part of you in my life, still. You’re the only boy I’ve ever felt comfortable being myself with. I miss talking to you. I miss sending each other music. I miss our car rides. I wish you missed me. Wish I had some closure about it all, but I’m learning to accept I’ll never get answers from you. Hard though to accept that it’s not that deep and you really just didn’t care as much, which is valid, but sucks. Just hurts from my end. Love you.