I'll miss you.
A lot. And when I'm with someone else, I'll remember you. Your smile.
Your sweet voice. Your angry voice. All the times I was sad or you were
sad, or we were sad together. The fights we had, the laughs we shared,
the love we gave each other. You were my first lots of things. My
first love, my first summer romance. I'll never forget you, I promise. Now
I'm all sad, just reminiscing. It'll take a lot to get past you. But I know I
can do it. I can do anything, right? I hope you're okay. I hope you
don't cry over me. I'm not deleting our text messages. So yeah,
I'll miss you,
but I'm moving on.