2015 had to be the last time i saw you or the last time we spoke. i’ve been thinking about our conversation we had a few days ago, and it seems we’re both stuck in the same rut we were back then. i’m not open about it nor are you, but maybe the peace in our isolation is the avoidance of our baggage.
i don’t want to think that way, but i’m consciously making effort to mold my life how i always envisioned it when i was 15.
i hope you are, too.
-ratha, 4:49pm. 3.15.20