Dear Q

We were best-friends, we went to homecoming together even when I had a boyfriend before I knew I was gay. You cheered me up, you ran to my house THE DAY I got home from the hospital. I miss you Q, you were my first girl crush. The one who made me start Thinking. But you’ve moved on. You’ve changed. Yet I can’t let you go, but if course it’s not you anymore. It’s the Q that loved others and didn’t focus on frivolous things. I miss you. I love you. Good bye my Q