I miss the person who knew the version of me before I learned how to perform adulthood. I still start stories in my head with your name attached. There are songs I cannot tell if I am avoiding or preserving. The worst part is how many people only remember the final chapter. I keep finding old screenshots and hearing your laugh before I remember. A friend died and the group chat became a museum overnight. My brother is gone and I keep catching myself standing in memories like they are doorways. The worst part is how many people only remember the final chapter.
For my oldest friend