dear you,

now I'm in a new place with new experiences, but all I can think of is the past.

I've made new friends, but none of them are you.

we talk sometimes, and they ask about where I'm from. I talk about the highlights, the best parts. I talk about you.

I tell them you're a girl I liked in school,
it's easier than explaining how a boy fell in love with his best friend.

at work, at home, everything reminds me of you. I hear a song you loved or a sweater in your favorite color and I just want to tell you all about it.

I feel like I'm living a double life, harboring a secret that none of these nobodies will ever know about.

it's hard living in a place that's never heard of you when all I want to do is paint your name on every wall in sight.

love, j

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