Somebody that I used to know.

I'm sitting at your desk and studying for my Macroeconomics final. My eyes wander as I look for reasons not to study.

I see the pendrive you put songs on to listen to in the car. I see a pen you saved for special occasions. The hand-held air pump you bought for your football. Countless PS3 games that you kicked my ass in. The massager you used when your muscles were sore from the treatment. The diary you tried to maintain, but filled instead with Fantasy League permutations.

"This Diary belongs to a Cancerian who has cancer."

I rode a bike for the first time today (the motor kind). My first reaction was wanting to share the experience with you. You would've been much better at it. I almost crashed into another bike. You were always cautious. To the extent that you'd even avoid driving a car out of the fear that one of your muscles would spasm because of the steroids you were on and you'd put people in danger.

As I use the pen you must have used to do your homework for the last time, I realize just how much you took with you, even though you left all these things behind. There is a you-shaped hole in my heart that will never be filled again.

I miss you. Every single minute of every single day.


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