i’m trying not to miss you, but then everything i do is still about you even when it’s not about you. i told myself that the toothpaste only reminds me of you until i get a new flavor. i held myself underwater. even showers have you hidden in them. i think of how your music sounded through my bathroom door while you sang along, how it felt on those lazy days we did nothing but barely get dressed and watch movies. we ate a lot of ramen but it felt like we were professional chefs. everything is better when it’s full of laughter. i’m telling myself i’ll get that back. i’m telling myself to stop obsessing. i tell myself to buy new toothpaste. i somehow never seem to remember.
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