I Miss Juliette
I miss sunshine, messy hair and the way she will book it into my room to cross her legs on my bed and furrow those perfect eyebrows at me.
I miss the funny voice, even the little accent, and that little freckle on the side of her nose. I miss that presence of confidence, but also that presence of truly understanding all my insecurities.
I miss the cute, litte pink uggs, as well as the fake gucci slippers. I miss the screaming down the hallways, I miss the way she would listen when I talked about him.
I miss the smell of pizza and penne vodka seeping through my door as they ate in my doorway. I also miss the way they ate at the most inconvenient spots they could possibly think of.
I miss the pouty face, the little spicy, ruby pepper that will pop up on my phone randomly throught the day - adding a little spice to my day.
I even miss the complaining and the rants and all the bad parts.
I, just, miss her.
I miss Juliette.
I miss her, and it sucks.
It just sucks.
Because I can't shoot her a text. I can't send her a letter, I can't randomly call her.
I can't do anything.
I am powerless
and it makes me hate my past. It makes me want to forget about all of it. Erase it like it never happened. Like my four years of high school never ever existed.
I can't even imagine how her parents are feeling now. I can't imagine how her brother feels. I can't imagine any of it.
I have her mom's email, but for the past year and 7 months, I've been too scared to say anything. What could I even say to her? Would she even want to hear it?
It's never supposed to be easy. It won't be easy. It will never be easy.
I like the way that Sejal sees Juliette in stars.
Like the language she talks to her are in stars.
Because, as cliche as it sounds, she is the stars.
Every one of them.
She owns the sky.
The worst part about missing Juliette?
The feeling that I could have missed her even more than I do now.
If we just had more time.
But
I don't know if I could hurt as much as I already do
now.
I don't know if I am capable of missing someone as much as I already do for Juliette.
I miss the funny voice, even the little accent, and that little freckle on the side of her nose. I miss that presence of confidence, but also that presence of truly understanding all my insecurities.
I miss the cute, litte pink uggs, as well as the fake gucci slippers. I miss the screaming down the hallways, I miss the way she would listen when I talked about him.
I miss the smell of pizza and penne vodka seeping through my door as they ate in my doorway. I also miss the way they ate at the most inconvenient spots they could possibly think of.
I miss the pouty face, the little spicy, ruby pepper that will pop up on my phone randomly throught the day - adding a little spice to my day.
I even miss the complaining and the rants and all the bad parts.
I, just, miss her.
I miss Juliette.
I miss her, and it sucks.
It just sucks.
Because I can't shoot her a text. I can't send her a letter, I can't randomly call her.
I can't do anything.
I am powerless
and it makes me hate my past. It makes me want to forget about all of it. Erase it like it never happened. Like my four years of high school never ever existed.
I can't even imagine how her parents are feeling now. I can't imagine how her brother feels. I can't imagine any of it.
I have her mom's email, but for the past year and 7 months, I've been too scared to say anything. What could I even say to her? Would she even want to hear it?
It's never supposed to be easy. It won't be easy. It will never be easy.
I like the way that Sejal sees Juliette in stars.
Like the language she talks to her are in stars.
Because, as cliche as it sounds, she is the stars.
Every one of them.
She owns the sky.
The worst part about missing Juliette?
The feeling that I could have missed her even more than I do now.
If we just had more time.
But
I don't know if I could hurt as much as I already do
now.
I don't know if I am capable of missing someone as much as I already do for Juliette.
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