I really miss him, I do.

It was the summer of 2013, and I had mailed his friend.
"Jett moved away." He had said.
I remember sitting there, tears rolling down my face like cats chasing yarn.
One drop
Two drops
Three drops

It seems so long ago that we were first friends.

It's only been eleven months and eighteen days.
It's almost his birthday.
I will honor him by writing this.