It's weird telling someone else all the things I use to tell you. It's weird not saying how my day was to you, but to someone else. It's weird that I won't ever tell you how beautiful you are, but will tell someone else. I won't say it, because we don't talk. But you know it, and I guess that's okay. I'm moving on, but I don't want to. I want you to be the one I ask "did you eat?" To. I want you to be the one who tells me how your day went. But of course the world doesn't work like that, and that's okay. Because you seem to being doing fine and happy, so as long as that's how it is, I'll be good. It will all be weird, but if you're happy, then so will I. 💕