SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND, AND THAT WAS THE WORST PART 💔

it's been months since I last saw her, the only person who truly knew me. I called her my kindred spirit, but deep in my heart, I knew she was my other half, the one who truly completed me. it was more than romance. it was rapture, it was spiritual, it was everything but everlasting.

god it's been so long since I've been that vulnerable with someone, since someone truly knew me, and I fear I'll never be like that ever again.

and the worst part is it wasn't even that deep to her, but it was deep to me, it was deeper than oceans in Jupiter, bigger than the sun and moon. it changed me. it's still changing me until now. I told her I loved the color pink now I never wear it. I say it's my new style but I'm really just in mourning, all black. 

I miss her. it's been months, and if given the chance, I would run back into her arms like nothing had happened. I've written all the words, I've written this over and over again in different ways like the poets we made pretend we were together. I'm so tired of crying about this but I'll keep doing it anyways because what else can I do.

I miss her.