Yours.

Because, I don't know what we are.

I never knew what we are.

It's supposed to be a joke.

Sometimes it's funny, oftentimes it hurts.

I miss you. Always.

The things we do, and the things we never get to do.

But in times of doubt, when questions arise,

never ever forget, it's still yours.

And I write down these words,

these very same words, I used to tell you.

-E