I’m not sure where or when we drifted apart– actually, that’s a lie. I do know, but looking back at it now, it feels like it could have been something we could have prevented from happening. I think what I miss the most about you is having someone close to me that I could share all my stories with. I don’t have one person that knew everything about me; that was you. Everything now is just sort of scattered around with different people. Sometimes, I forget what story or situation I’ve told one person and get all mixed up with my words.