draft from january 17, 2:22am, untitled:
saying this here because in any other venue, you could respond and i don't think i want you to, really. because you'd say a hundred things right, a hundred things would be us, and then you'd say 'we' again and i'd say something terrible because when something hurts that much, i don't know what to do. but fuck i miss you. i miss us. it doesn't matter, but it's true.