still think about you i still think about you. not often, really. and not in an all-consuming way anymore. we're way past that. but i still think about you. i wonder how you're doing. i think you're probably back together with your girlfriend. but mostly i hope that your dad is doing okay, that your mental health is doing okay. and i wonder what i actually meant to you. it was most likely this: an escape. something to grasp onto while you were desperately unraveling. it was that way for me, i think. but i can't get the high of that connection out of my head. i still can't fully erase the what if of it all. i just wish there were more clarity. but that's not how this works. so i will keep moving.
01.24.22