It's probably not fair.

But I still think of you every time I'm in bed alone. I think of how you laid next to me, and the space between us seemed as endless as it is now. But the sparks, and the twitching fingers, the anticipation of the first kiss... I miss it.

I miss you.  I loved you.

I feel like there's no way around it. You're a centerpiece in the chapters 20-24 of my life. I would have done anything for you. And you're moving on... I watch you slowly spiral into someone I don't know at all. Someone who I don't recognize.

But I still think of you how you were. How we were. How you could guess my thoughts and finish my sentence. I miss your laughter. I miss your voice. I miss you.