At this point, I don’t even know anymore if I’m just in love with a memory…
Or the boy who would probably just be a stranger to me now. The boy who is now a man and might see me as the villain in their story.
So I think I’m going to stop writing you. At least, I’m going to try. It doesn’t feel like I’m writing to you so much anymore, as I am a ghost, and that doesn’t sit well with me.
God, I hope you’re not a ghost.
If you are, feel free to haunt me.
Then again, you already are…
Storms and all, always,
Nolan