There are days when I want so badly for time to move backwards rather than forwards. Some days I wake up drearily and wish that I was back with her and it was all the same as it used to be when I was there. All I want is to get to have her again. And I know that’s so cliché, to want to go back but I don’t want to do it all over again, I just want to go back to the time where she loved me and I her and that was enough. I want to trace her freckles in the afternoon sunlight and kiss her forehead as she drifts off to sleep. Not this constant wondering how she’s doing or what she’s up to. We went from being best friends, soulmates to strangers. And I’d give anything to be her soulmate once more.