Why is anyone even friends with me?

It’s starting to catch up with me that you’re gone. You might be with someone else. You might tell someone else that you only have eyes for them, or that you miss them, or that they’re the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen, or…that you love them. I just saw a commercial for Rio and as stupid as it sounds, I want to cry. I remember how you brought me to the Birmingham 8 and got so excited to see it with me. And how we were the only ones in the tiny little theater and we watched the whole time in complete laughter, just feeling like little kids. I miss our walks around Royal Oak. I miss our late night adventures to parks and laying on a blanket and just watching the stars making pictures in the sky. I remember standing at Boulan park, me curled in your arms, naming our future children. I named the girl Rose Lynn and you named the boy Logan Blake. And if we had another girl, we would name her Brielle. As silly as it sounds, I want you back. I want you back right now. I don’t care how selfish I sound, I want you back. I hate going on without you.