it’s been cold out lately. the weather reminds me of when your mother took us both to monterey to see the aquarium. comparing who i was to who i am now is a far stretch, roughly seven hours on a road i haven’t traveled since. i’m not exactly sure why you hate me, but you do and that’s fine. we’ve known each other too long to still find joy in who we are. you tried much longer than i did though, and for that i’ll always sort of look up to you.
add yourself to that long list of people that i miss but am too afraid to call. you should get your current boyfriend to text me on your phone to tell me what a piece of shit i am. that can be our little ritual.