Dear You,


Remember when we used to talk about cupcakes and whatnot? Or how it would be lovely to have a tea party out in the garden? Or how you're so good at baking and how I'm just not made for the kitchen (I'm still waiting for that banoffee pie you promised me, you know.)?


Remember when I just got out of the hospital and you told me to 'get well soon'? Or how I kept on saying the same thing to you for several days because your surgery schedule kept on being pushed to a later date because your doctor wasn't available?


Remember when we used to listen to John Mayer and Neutral Milk Hotel non-stop? Or how we drool over pictures of Jon Kortajarena without his shirt on?


Well... I'm just trudging down the path of sweet ol' nostalgia. And I'm dragging you along with me.


I miss you, idiot.




Love,
Me




P.S.
I figured out that playing Moffatt's 'I Miss You Like Crazy' at a time like this doesn't help at all.