The firsts without you hurt so fucking bad. I feel sick to my stomach thinking about going alone to places that we’d go to together. Like that deeply sad feeling you feel all through your body. Yet here I am craving that sandwich I’d always get when you were on your lunch break and we’d eat them together in my little apartment in Ballard before everything turned to shit. Back when we were each others everything and you’d practically live at my apartment cause your roommates sucked.