A note to a friend I just can’t get over

Doesn’t matter, does it? However hard I try.

Or don’t try.

I’ll always want you too much.

It’s fine. I’ll sit in the booth by myself.

At four in the morning.

While the bar closes up.

I’ll go see the fireworks alone.

At least that way I’ll be sure I can feel them.

Yes. I’m crying.

No. I don’t think you’ll notice.

It’s fine. I’ve been wiping my own tears for this many years.

What’s another ten?