Where is the movie featuring this special kind of heartbreak?
It would  open with us sharing our middle school awkward, high school firsts, and college regrets. 
Then comes the montage reel of matching tattoos, years of laughing at the same joke, and playing games we made up and forgot the rules to. 

And then there’s the tone shift as we slip into our twenties.
When I changed, and you didn’t. 
The part where you thought growth meant forgetting, but I was always saving you space. 

It concludes in present day, where my mom shares your social media posts with me, and I can’t tell if this pang is longing or hatred. 
It’ll show me living life, promising that I am more happy than not.
But I’ll make sure they edit out the part where I cried after avoiding you in a grocery store.