Awake at 4am, running through lists of questions I’ll likely never get to ask. All the quiet moments we’ll never get to have. All the things I’ll never get to know even though there’s no better listener than me.
I’m relentlessly curious, my friend. I ache for the things still to learn, and I’m sad for the firsts you shared with someone before me. There’s more glittering potential in the sparks between us than in all the stars in the sky tonight. If only I could know you that way.