V. the night after we first spoke, i went outside and wished on the brightest star that all my happiness could be given to you so that you could feel better. i know you think wishing on stars is cliched and naive. but that’s me. in fact, i am so naive that i like to imagine that you still think about me now, three years later. i like to think that you sometimes wonder about me, sometimes wish you could tell me secrets and tell me jokes like you used to.

but even if you don’t, even if i was nothing but a blip on the grand radar of your beautiful life, that’s okay. you taught me more about myself than any other person, and in return i can only hope that you know how much i will always love you. i wish, still, after all this time, that you’re the happiest person on the planet. i wish for you love, joy and hope. not because you gave me those things. but because you taught me how to find them in myself. i will never forget you.