You’d tell me to be more bold. So I’ve done it myself, pretended to be you as I scold myself in your voice. I supposed I’m not used to being you for me by myself yet, even after two years apart. I can see you shake your head at my silliness. But you’re smiling, aren’t you? Making you smile used to be the best part of my day. Now the best part of my day is writing to you and looking at the photos you send me.
