If I could find my senior yearbook, I'd include a particular entry. "Dear Bitch," I believe it opens, "I am your Pig and no one else's..." and so it goes on.
We were many things to one another throughout the course of an ever-evolving relationship; acquaintances, antagonists, significant other, confidante, friend.
We were there for one another.
Except for this time.
I miss you.
