Ivy, still can’t believe it sometimes.
Last night, I dreamt of my childhood best friend, who died almost 3 years ago. Ivy. He was the friend I had that was so close to family (my mom and his mom are still best friends), we never admitted we loved each other. I knew him before kindergarten, and he left us much too soon. It never gets easier, knowing he’s gone. It gets busier- time marches forward. But never the same.
Last night, we were young, and openly in love. It was…amazing.
I miss you, Ivy. Love you.
5 months ago