To my certain someone,

Later, I went out for a walk and stopped by the bookstore. I bought a new novel! It’s a fiction book, something lighthearted to distract me from feeling so down. I think you’d like it too—it has an interesting plot and lovable characters.

I’ve decided that when we meet again, I’ll tell you all about the story. I’ll share every detail, even if I end up rambling like I always do.

You were always patient with me, even when I went on and on about the tiniest things.

I miss talking to you like that.

I miss hearing your voice and seeing the way you’d smile at me, as if my words were the most important thing in the world.