letters to anyone.
i miss you. i miss poker and thursdays and i miss you. not even in a i'm miserable without you way. i just miss things we had. things we did together. just times we had together that were good. and times that weren't so great, but they were still okay because..because they were. i remember the three of us. we were good together.
i think about you a lot. about you and me a lot. and how we could be? perhaps that's not right. what we are, but better? maybe. possibly. i'm an idiot. i should have gone to sleep an hour ago but i stayed up anyway. to do what? who knows what i'm thinking when i think of you. even i don't know. i just feel so good around you. not happy as such, but something like it? i can't describe it.