143 days of no contact

it feels weird, thinking about all this time we haven't been spending together. an entire summer has passed, my first summer in five years without you in it. i feel this vague regret, thinking about the fun things we had planned.

from the moment we met, there wasn't a day where we didn't talk. my days were so filled with your thoughts. somehow, we never ran out of things to exchange views on, we loved to argue. it was never real arguing - until it was.