kyle knows me better than anyone else, better than myself even.
today he made me realise a couple of things that i’m unhappy about.
they’re true, i just didn’t realise it till now, maybe i was avoiding thinking about these things.
i hate kyle, but not as much as i love him.
i once used to sit beside you on a swing and smoke menthol cigarettes in the dark. we’d let our thoughts pour out of our mouths, we’d talk of the future and how one day things would be different and we’d be happy. we’d promise each other that everything would change but that our friendship would always stay the same. it’s the future, it’s different, and i’m unconvinced either of us is as happy as we’re convinced we are.
i want to sit beside you on that very same swing and i want it to be the past. i want thoughts surrounding us in puddles on the ground and i want nothing to be left unsaid.
i want to talk about the future and how things will be different and how we’ll be happy.
i miss you, and i love you