My conundrum

Portland ME

Description

Your old housemate and comrade spoke your name. I try not to miss you, but sometimes I still do. Though I question, do I miss you or the memories more? I read that missing someone is the hearts way of reminding you that you love them. Is that actually true? Like Jessica Katoff said, “I don’t want you back, but I would kill for the feeling of meeting you all over again.” -On that warm July night.