To Jacob, my baby,

Teehee I miss you more. Honestly, I say this all the time, which is a bit stupid, BUT IT’S TRUE. I wish I was able to be there more for you, it’d honestly help me too. I miss you like aaaalll the time. Since I started school, I see Jacob references everywhere. Sometimes, someone makes a joke I think you’d make, or we’re studying a subject you’d get absolutely giddy about if I let you nerd out on, I’d miss you like an indescribable amount. Sometimes I wish we got more call time, even if one of us is asleep, because it just feels really nice to have your presence whenever, wherever. While I’m writing this, you’re napping on google meet, with me doing my AP work, and a screenshared youtube tab playing sad music. I think it’s perfect, we’re perfect. I always thought love had to be something glamorous, and calls were fancy where we’d have to do something, but maybe it was destined to be a pretty boy napping while I blast my sad music on, or me talking while he just stares at me the entire time, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I miss you always, forever even when you’re with me, even while you’re next to me in the future, because despite being together, I’ll always want to be closer, forever. You’re the best ever, and I’ll always cherish having someone important enough to miss, but also being important enough to be missed. I love you smelly boy, text me whenever.