subject line: also sending this to him



I feel like I live in the smallest city because I run into you weekly. It seems like every time our interactions are different. It’s like we are strangers trying to read each other. Or like we are both wondering how long we should talk or how small the small talk should be.
I don’t think I ever imagined us being where we are so quickly. It’s like we never went through those 2 years of life together. The unexpected ups that I will remember as what made this city so magical to me. And of course the confusing downs that we swore we would always work through.
We swore we would always work through the downs. Until one day, you decided not to anymore. I don’t get you even though I love you. I don’t think that you get you and that’s why you couldn’t figure out how to truly love me.