You know what’s kind of beautiful?

In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”

I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

I had a really unnerving dream last night. I reconnected with a group of friends from a long time ago, and it was really nice. When I woke up I was so confused. Oddly enough, throughout the day I kept finding old pictures and stuff from when we were close. I think the universe is fucking with me, because these people want nothing to do with me.