the overwhelming truth is that i miss you.
i've written post after post about the things i miss about you but i feel so strange sending them out into the void of the internet.
they're eloquent essays about the things that i miss, and speak of your contagious laugh and how talkative you get over things you're passionate about and how our conversations these days are brief and colorless.
and i'm sure it's distance,
both literally and figuratively.
you've changed, and perhaps that's a good thing because all i want is for you to be happy.
you must know that.
and being hours away hasn't helped,
but i don't know.
i'm nearly 21 and a half,
what am i even doing?