You’ve been on my mind, not in like an obsessive way or anything just in a you were on my mind every day for many years kind of way and sometimes it still feels natural to think about you. I rearranged my room and found those earrings you gave me that weren’t really bought as a gift but ended up being the first thing you offered me other than your name and your time for coffee in the mornings. And I don’t really wear them anymore but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get rid of them either because I’m scared that one day I will have let go of so many things and I’ll look around and realize there is nothing anymore of anything I used to be with you other than the sedimentary layers of my memory and it literally aches - aches like a sore muscle - in my heart to think about how much I don’t have of the people I love.