I read his blog again, talking about me

It still hurts.

Although he's probably already forgotten me.

Maybe if I hadn't told him my problems, if I had just kept quiet, things would have been different.

I miss him.

There are many things that remind me of him: tea, Sweden, Discord, Spacehey, the forest, the movies we watched together, etc.

I still remember the videos he sent me, every single one of them, I remember his laugh, his voice.

I hate that he is always haunting my mind.

I hate knowing that, if he ever spoke to me again, I would surely forgive him.