To my certain someone,

Right now, I’m a little tipsy, but I think I can still write. Earlier, I stopped by a convenience store and picked up a few cans of beer. I ended up sitting there, drinking by myself. I don’t know why I decided to do that.

Maybe I just needed a moment to let my thoughts wander.

Times like these make me miss you even more. It feels like something is missing, like there’s a piece of my life that’s incomplete without you.

I keep imagining you showing up out of nowhere, telling me it’s all been a dream, and then holding me the way you used to.