Remember how we first started talking when you texted me on Christmas Day all those years ago? Remember the conversation we had that night where we just talked and talked about everything until nearly 6 in the morning. You asked me what I'd do if I had 24 hours left to live. And you told me what you'd do, too. That you'd just enjoy yourself by the beach without telling anyone. Remember all the messages we used to send each other back and forth every day without fail. Even when we never saw each other. All those good morning and good night texts. And texts throughout the day. How the conversations never seemed to end. How they just kept going and going and going. I still remember the first day I saw you. How I noticed everything about you but pretended not to give a fuck. How your stupid car keys hung out of your back pocket. I hated it. Yet I started to like you. For some odd reason. Funny how the world works sometimes, no? Remember when I had my dengue e...
Wide-eyed wanderer & medical student.