It’s beautiful, it’s warm, and I’m reflecting on where my life is headed and where I’ve come from.
Then I wonder how you are. What’s new with you? I haven’t heard one of your funny stories in a while. I know something exciting has happened in your life because you’re just that kind of person.
I check for your footprint, a text that I probably missed again (we’re no strangers to this game). Maybe you sent me another song to add to our list. Weren’t we supposed to plan out the routes for the roadtrips? No, we were still discussing the latest “game,” right?
How odd. My life goes on. How can that be?
You’re not here to live on with me.