This is why we can't have nice things.

So I talked to JH yesterday. Seems his best friend, the one that
bummed around our house for a while, turned up dead, shot twice
through the chest in Mexico. We had our differences, but all in all
he was a good person, in some ways more genuine than anyone else I've
ever known. It made me sad, not just for the death, but because I
realized, talking to JH, how much I still miss him. It hurt that I
couldn't hug him and cry with him, like I would have before. We would
have made such good friends if we'd never become lovers.

kyle the girl
(on iPhone)