I miss being able to cheer you up. Like the time at Jane's horror movie marathon. Afterwhile you shitted bricks and just left the room. So I followed you and we just ended up talking on the balcony. You claimed that you couldn't watch anymore, that you were scared. I don't know whether or not I managed to calm you down but I remember going back to continue the marathon.
School's been different. Everytime I see you. I always wonder, and think, of what could've happen if things were different... if you knew.
No. I shouldn't go down that road.
I miss you.
Shouldn't go down that road either.
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