Picture of that face.

June 25, 2020 – 12:30 P.M.

This would probably horrify you but I saved a picture of you, you sent some weeks ago. The one where you were showing how long your hair has gotten during quarantine with that annoyed expression on your face that made me laugh so hard. That one. In the beginning it made me smile and laugh to look at. After all the shit happened I’d still look at it and smile. But then it began to make me cry looking at it. So I stopped looking at it for a while. Why not delete it? Idk. Last night I looked at it. I didn’t feel much. I didn’t smile. Didn’t feel bad. I guess I just felt indifferent. Looking at a face I once thought was so incredibly cute. Now just staring. Observing the features with no emotion attached. Feels odd in a way. Obviously it’s a good sign though. I don’t think I have much feelings left for you.