Journal 4/30 | Dear M
Hey M, It's me. I don't really know how to start this memo and there's a lot on my mind but I guess I just wanted to say that it was nice to think about you again. I know you hated that word—“but”—and I’ve always used it too much. Looking back, it was one of those little things about us, one of many small gaps that grew into something larger over time. The real reason I'm writing this is because I've been thinking about you, and I have been for the past year now. It comes in waves and quite honestly I thought everything that needed to get out of my system had enough time to do so. This past year was a year where I wasn't invited to participate in your life, nor you in mine. And yet, I've spent days if not weeks using my memories of you as a conduit to reconsider what love means to me and the type of person I'd like to become. I miss being involved in your life. Romance aside, you're one of the best people I've ever had the chance to meet. And t...