just like a child

I realllllllllllllly miss you. I miss comparing birthmarks. And eye color. And eating skittles out of bowls. And making cupcake batter face masks. And getting into trouble in workout rooms and sticking plungers to Barnes and Noble bathroom stalls. I miss prank calling Rainbow Station. And always being the only one that understood you. And you always understanding me. We talked for hours about everything no matter how long it had been since we'd last seen each other. I miss mad libs with you. You knew me so well. I can't really blame anyone but myself for letting you go. One of these days I'll tell you. And maybe things will get back to normal.