keeper.

it’s been a while, but i can’t manage to go through your things. i know how little you had. i know how fiercely you protected it.. and i feel like i’m taking it. i hated leaving your car. i felt like i left a piece of you there that day. i miss you. beyond belief. i do small, mundane things and i want to share it with you. i send you texts everyday- everywhere. i still want this to be a mistake. like.. not you. how could it be you? i’m going back, to the lake. one day this winter/fall. i feel closer to you there, even though you’re here with me. i hope you liked all the little things we dropped in the lake with our wishes.

like wishing you were here.