i miss you. we went to the folk festival before you left. we smoked a joint in the grass and we didn't get scared. you laid your head on my shoulder and i laid my hand on your thigh and we didn't get scared. that was our last late night adventure. i miss us under the bar lights, skating on top of the parking garage, getting skipped by our uber because we're kissing on the curb. nobody believes me when i say we aren't together. everyone asks me if i've done it yet. they ask me what i'm waiting for. if i want something so badly, why don't i just make it happen? i don't know. maybe some of the behaviors we learn when we're stuck in the closet never go away.