august 30, 2016
dear ryan,
i still remember the day you told me you were moving, May 16, 2016. your dad got a new job out there so you had to pack up and leave.
the makeup was smearing all over your soft skin, you kept saying our dreams will still and forever be dreams.
every wish we made is forgotten now.
i wish i could wake up with amnesia and just have things go back so i don't take our time for granted, and forget about our stupid little fights.
i'm not fine. at all.
ethan dolan
