Hey man,

I was scrolling through my phone earlier and found this meme you would’ve loved. You know, the kind of stupid joke only we’d find funny. I almost sent it to you, then I remembered… I can’t.

It’s been weird, man. You’re still the first person I think of when something happens. Like, when I screwed up at work last week, I caught myself typing out a rant to you.

The other day, I walked by that spot where we used to hang out after a long day, just sitting there talking about life, girls, and how we were definitely gonna start our own thing one day. It felt so empty. Not the place itself, but, like… everything.

I keep thinking about all the random crap we talked about, stuff that didn’t matter to anyone else but made sense to us. Now, every time I think about those conversations, I just sit there and laugh like an idiot by myself.

You know what’s messed up? I keep expecting you to pop back in like, “Surprise, just kidding, I’m not gone!” But you’re not, are you? I don’t even know why I’m writing this. It’s not like you’ll ever read it.

Damn, man. I miss you. And now I’m stuck here with all these things I never got to tell you, all these inside jokes that only you’d get. You always said I was bad at talking about feelings, so congrats—you win again.

Anyway, wherever you are, I hope you’re doing good. Save me a spot, yeah? I have lots of stories to share. 🤜