Things I text: “Bye! Drop a line!”

Things I feel: “This makes no sense! Everyone is leaving and I’ve said bye to everyone and haven’t cried. And of all the people, you’re the one that I cry about seeing go. I never see you and never hear from you, but knowing you are down the street made my life better, easier. I know I’m such a girl and I suck at growing up. I hate watching parts of my life actually end, knowing that once they actually leave that’s it; I’m one step up the ladder of getting older. This sucks sucks sucks. How are you being so brave?! How is everyone not scared of everything that is facing them? I’m afraid and I’m ashamed that I can’t be like everyone else. I’ll miss you. I’ll miss being friends, then not being friends, then being friends who don’t talk ever, I’ll miss oatmeal cookies even though it’s been years since we even made any. I’ll miss that I still know everything about you more than everyone else. And I’ll miss driving past your apartment and seeing if the light in the window is lit when I drive to walgreens at 1 in the morning and just knowing you’re there. It makes no sense, but I’ll always miss you and I’ll probably go cry into a batch of cookies now.”