ghosts

i wrote a lot about him when we were together and now, unfortunately, im still writing. i’m happy that he jumpstarted it, but its annoying that i have to admit him some credit for helping me get here.  he was my best friend first. we used to facetime until 3 in the morning: talking about our lives, how similar we were, the adventures we were going to go on and that turned into love. i mean, how could it not?

it was perfect, we were perfect.

the memory that haunts me the most, was when he was driving us back from church. holding hands and completely at peace i admitted, “you are everything i’ve ever wanted.” the worst part of this memory is that my confession was true.