I don’t care as much, but sometimes I still wish we could back to the way things were. Around a year and probably 9 months ago you said, “of course I want to talk to you again. You’re fun.” After everything that had happened, this is the only thing I can hear when I think of you.

I remember the small details and the way you talk, but it’s going away. I still remember you. I can’t watch Catfish without remembering you. I can’t see another military uniform without remembering you. I can’t think of TPB without remembering you. Some of my friends are there because of you.

Though you’re leaving, I feel you leaving and someday I won’t recall if I made you up or you were real.