I realized this a while ago, but I kept hoping. The text I got from you on Wednesday..and then saw the picture of you with her...made me realize I was right all along. You are not that fucking great and she can have you and all your fucked- upness.
I want to see you too. I had a dream last night. To put it simply, there was a long moment where neither of us said anything, but we just mourned for all that had happened. We knew we're couldn't go back. But we stood there and saw each other, and grieved the loss of a beautiful friendship. I think it helped me have closure.