How are you
How are you? I almost truly want to ask. So much has changed. L hardly ever talks about you. A is fucking pregnant. And here I am.
Still here.
I wonder what your days are like. How you fill them. Who fills them. All the animals I havent met. Where you work, or what you do, or if you really are addicted to drugs like everyones been thinking.
I find myself bone achingly lonely at times that are too often. I find myself thinking that I miss you. And before you tell me to fuck off, sometimes I miss you even when Im less lonely.
Please just text me. I think I want you to text me. I think I want you to try, so I have an excuse to try as well. I think that I don't know if I miss you or the idea of you or the idea of what you could've been but its starting to feel like it doesnt matter anyway. I just want to hear your voice. I want to make you laugh and then join you. I want to sit close and tell you very gently that I need a hug from you just this one time.
So please just open the door. DM me over Playstation. Unblock me so you can DM on something else. Ask D how im doing. Because I really miss you and this hole hasn't gone away and maybe nothing would change but I dont know that. I dont know. And just one more time, I want to find out.
And
At least a little bit
I hope you miss me too.