How do you feel?
Pretty shitty.
How are you holding up?
I think I’m okay. Good friends help.
Let me know if you need to talk.
If I need. If I know I need. I know love, I think, and sadness. I know hope. I think I knew a future, a maybe one, and I know I still think it. Can’t think it.
You gotta stop looking at it that way, man. It’ll drive you nuts.
What could have been? What would have been, always debated. Again and again, the future and now, and tears, but only hers.
How are you feeling?