I still think about you when I look at my ceiling. So I stopped looking. You’ve left your mark on a lot of things and I’ve written about it before, but it just occurred to me that you affected something more. Our conversations were electric, leaving tingles on my skin. Pondering the universe and how the veil gets terribly thin. Our goals in life and all the places we plan to see. Debating over many topics and agreeing to disagree. We taught each other precious things and when it all came crashing down, I lost my favorite person to talk to. Now everyone seems boring and I’d rather be alone than stay on the phone listening to nothing because it’s not the same as nothing with you.
nothing with you – Stories by Noelle
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