13/12/2023
you’re orange. i remember that. but i don’t remember you much. i’m trying. i’m trying so hard to remember you, but i can barely remember myself. i want to remember you. you bring me a feeling of comfort nothing else has really come close to before. i think you’re special. we were best friends. you were taller than me. a little bit cocky, i think, but in a fun way. i can almost feel your hand in mine. the joy as you smile at me. your concern when i cried. i want to see you. i want to hear you. i want to remember you. i at least want your name. i miss you. i miss you. i miss you so much.
23:44
i think i loved you. did i ever tell you ? i don't think i did. but it keeps ringing in my mind. you were comfort. i feel a longing to be in your arms. did you feel it too ? i'm not sure what kind of love it was. romantic or not, it doesn't matter. you were love. you were home. i want you to hold me. i want to remember.
23:50
i suppose it's funny to think i never told you. even once i go back home, there'll still be some kind of aching in my heart. but at least, you'll be there, i'll be with you. i keep thinking of us together, you close to me. but there's ones i know didn't happen. they're memories, not of events, but of dreams. of wishes. even in a wonderful place, one i yearn to go back to now, i yearned for something else. i yearned to be closer to you. it feels odd admitting this. i've brushed it off for awhile, afraid i might be deciding things too quickly. but it's been a long, long time now. i can admit this. i think, when i get home, i'll tell you how i feel about you, about wanting to be closer to you, and i hope you feel the same way i do. we can be happy together. not that we weren't happy together already in another way, but i'm sure you know what i mean. i love you. i miss you.