quickly jotting down my love for the blanket of stars in westville. how i think they make lines to point right down to the horizon line. how nearly every time i look up, i see a shooting star. the town is magic, i swear.
my love for charlotte. she's my definition of who i am or was or who i'm ever going to be. her and kaitlin, they've got so much of me.
jotting down to remember how happy and privileged i felt when my grandma gave me that old book of polaroids of my dad when he was little. god, i could cry.
remembering how natural it was to walk into jacob's house, to hug his mom and hang out with him and his brother miles. how natural it all is. how that town is my heart.
forgetting everyone else.
how i don't really think about you anymore.
how we all have secrets
how we all hide things
how we all like to be alone.
remember remember remember.
Miss you.
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