November 30, 2016.

i don't know why it has taken me so long to post this. but here i am, listening to the xx at 2am- missing you; high. there is still no one i have ever met since you that rattles my bones the way you do. i stared at my phone for 24 hours hoping you'd reply to my text; i decided not to give it any more thought after that. afterall, it's always been unclear why we can't talk but at least it's consistent. i always think of you and wish you well. not sure what i was supposed to post and now the first sentence doesn't make sense.

i'm also hella blown.

i miss you. talk to me.