day ten.

Someone you don't talk to as much as you'd like to.

It's true, i miss you unconditionally and no one else could comprehend what happened and how i feel now. looking back, still, everything you did or said to me is so clear. everything. the decisions i make today all rewind back to you, good or bad, it's you always. it will always be you. i've remembered everything about you, your voice, your eyes, the look of your cigarette smoke against the frost that one morning, everything you said to me that night. i miss it.