i don't know if and when you'll ever read this. but if you do then, hi, it's still me. i've tried not to think about you, and it never works. so instead, i made this. it's not much. just a page. like one i never closed. i miss how beautiful you were in the moments you didn't know i was looking at u. and how i never really said goodbye. this letter doesn't need to make sense. it just needs to exist. like you do in my memory.

if you're still out there... this is me, not asking for anything. just writing again.