Sometimes I wish we could go back to the way things were.
We used to be good friends once, do you remember? We used to talk about everything and you could always make me laugh with your jokes, with the drag queen outfits you wore after stealing my clothes. We used to talk and you told me you liked my best friend and I told you I liked a pretty-boy loner. And then that shit happened at the end of freshman year, that ended up with you getting suspended. You thought I ratted. I didn’t. But I never got to say so before school ended and in the fall, you became so unapproachable. You got past your awkward stage and you started getting the girls and the friends. We never made up. Not these four years. I talked shit about you and you talked shit about me and our friends could never understand why we hated each other so much. And then you left to whatever Ivy you left to and I’m still trying to figure things out. I saw you yesterday. You were home from fall break. My heart hurt. I miss you, Eric.
