love, j 》nomin

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dear you,

sometimes I think about the day I left.

I was with you the night before, a mix of emotions pooling in my head. your room was quiet, but my thoughts were anything but.

you sat with me, hand in mine, the definition of platonic.

it would have been easy to tell you everything, but instead I left, taking it all with me.

then I was gone.

leaving town in my old car was the worst part. I thought of all the nights you sat beside me, my passenger seat now filled with boxes and memories.

I drove past all the places we had often visited, knowing that everything would be different.

I thought of you each second, and wondered if you'd ever think of me again.

it was a silent ride. I never spoke, you weren't there to answer. I didn't care for the songs on the radio, you weren't there to sing them.

I should have moved on, but I don't know that I ever will.

love, j