i remember you

there are some days

in certain places

i worry about a someone.

“we were so, so young.”

“children, really.”







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Vague, I know. I had a friend...well, not exactly a friend. I hated and loved them at the same time. I feared their judgment and admired them. I think it's fair to say that we were both pretty immature, too. You aren't exactly a pinnacle of goodness when you're young. However - out of all the things I experienced in school, they haunt me the most. I said things to them that I'm not proud of. Even now, I'm terrified to meet them and make peace with them. Make peace with myself. We live in the same city, I think. I see them in dreams.