Sixteen Years

 

 

you know, it's funny.  it's been sixteen years and yet i still see you as an 18-year-old.  i almost still see myself as a 19-year-old.  i wonder, if you were still here, what you would have become.  where you would live.  even the car you would drive.  would we talk to one another on the phone even though no one in our family talks on the phone?  would we visit one another?  would we see what one another would pin on pinterest and think, "what is she thinking?!" would our children be friends? would you zumba?  the answer to that last question is definitely no.  i don't know why i even asked.

 

i miss you.