Red String (joshler)

18

you helped me look for a new job. You joked about never being able to get the best Starbucks coffee from me ever again, but I didn't have the heart to tell you that those words made me sad.

I shouldn't be hanging onto what was. I was no longer an observer. I was now your friend, I was now a communicator. I needed to work on the present.

I was never very good at that.