Okay it's been a while again apparently
Who am I even writing for now?
I still miss you. It's weird. Could I have done something more? Or did I do too much?
Sometimes I imagine you seeing the world around me through my perspective. Maybe I just wanted to imagine you here with me. I still have the playlist you made me. Still listen to it.
I might have a problem with moving on. This is ridiculous.
I got new friends. New school. New people. But I still miss you so much. Maybe I'm missing someone who doesn't exist anymore. Maybe you've changed while I'm still stuck in the past.
But if the world was ending you'd come over, right?