Today would have been our day.
It’s strange to think how fast things can change in a year. And how they always do. I’m halfway around the world now. I guess you are too.
I don’t even remember the last real conversation we had. But I do remember that time I asked you if we were even still friends. And you said, “Does it even matter?” And I think I died a little inside.
Because it did matter to me.
I wish we could talk to each other about our lives the way we used to. I wish we could give each other advice or a little bit of support on a bad day. I wish it could be easy again.
I miss you. Even when you’re on the other side of the world not giving a shit. And I feel stupid for caring when you clearly don’t. But.
This time last year things were so different…
So yeah, today would have been our day. But its not.