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Hey, it’s me || Entry 1

Hey Wes, it’s me again. I miss you, and you probably miss me too, if you could. I know you’re gone now, but I still have so much to say.

The world’s been spinning without you, but I’m not sure I’ve been keeping up. Sometimes it feels like time’s been frozen since you left, like a part of me got stuck in that moment when everything changed. I find myself talking to the air, hoping maybe, just maybe, you can hear me somehow.

I think about all the things we didn’t get to do, the places we never saw, the plans we had that now feel like dreams I can’t quite reach. It’s funny how those little things, the ones we brushed off as “another time,” suddenly feel like the most important moments we never had. I guess I took them for granted, thinking we had all the time in the world. Now, I’d give anything to have just one of those days back.

I don’t know if you can still see what’s going on down here, but I hope wherever you are, you’re at peace. I’m trying to find mine, but it’s not easy. There are days when the weight of missing you is so heavy, it’s hard to breathe. But then I remember your laugh, or that way you’d roll your eyes at me when I was being dramatic and tell me to “shut the f*** up”, and it makes the world a little lighter.

I wish I could tell you all the things that have happened since you’ve been gone, share all the moments you’ve missed. Like, did you know I got into college last year? 

But more than that, I wish I could hear your voice again, even if it was just to tell me I’m being silly for writing to you like this or you demanding I return your skateboard.

I still have it. I’m keeping safe just like you asked, away from your mom. She tried to get it from me, by the way. But I didn’t let her take it. It’s all I have left of you besides old photos and your last voicemail to me.

I wished I picked up the phone when you called. I wished I heard my phone instead of leaving it on silent. I’m sorry.

I guess I just needed to say it out loud, to feel like you’re still a part of my life, even if it’s just in words on a page. So, until next time, I’ll keep talking to the stars, hoping that maybe you’re listening.


Miss you, Wes. Always.


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