Being alone, is probably the worst. Actually, it is most certainly the worst. 

When I am with my friends I can laugh, and smile, and pretend I’m not broken. 
When I am.

I think about a lot of things, about our memories and our talks of the future. 

I think about the time we tried to fall asleep kissing, and you told me it wouldn’t work. 
But it did.  
And we woke up perfectly locked in each others arms, as AP Bio has taught me, “Form fits function.” 
Your hard boy hands, against my soft girl skin. And we were perfect.
That moment was perfect. 
But perfection, is not reality.  

And you are scared, and I know that. 
Love is a scary thing.
But you were the one who told me that love is for the young ones, that we need to embrace it when we have it, and that you would love me eternally. 
What happened there?
What happened to that you.

I know. I know it’s only been one week, but goddamn I miss you. 
I miss you so much.  

I really miss you.