Why is it that no matter how hard I try, it always comes back to you?
You, the first person I woke up next to consecutively to where it felt normal. You were the first person I truly felt like I had couple friends with. You saw me through the beginnings of the worst and a lot of the best. When I think about you on "paper," you were not good for me. I cannot shake the sense of caring that I have for you, now months later.
Ugh