Bender,

I’d give anything to be in the passenger seat again, watching you chain smoke cigarettes and rap the male parts of songs. I miss those times that I’d catch you staring into the mirror at my reflection as I put on makeup. I’ll never forget how beautiful I felt despite being hungover and wearing your shades in the mall because you were holding my hand. I wish I could have had one last dance. 

xo

break up shit