I don’t think I’m still stuck on you.
I think I’m stuck on the idea of you..
The perfect image and life for us that I made up in my head.
The holidays I pictured us togther at,
The adventures I dreamt of conquering together,
The way I projected my sister, my mom, my brother, my dad, and my friends meeting you.
they all loved you…
my brother loved the way you played games
with him,
my dad loved all the stories you told him,
and my sister, mom, and friends...