Open when you miss me
Okay, I'll go first: I miss you. It's a constant, background kind of missing, like a song stuck in my head.
I miss how you narrate movies to me when I'm trying to watch them. I miss you stealing the good pillow and denying it. I miss your socks on the radiator, which I used to complain about.
Open this when it gets loud in your head. I'm counting down too. Thirteen sleeps.
MAKE IT YOURS