I’m in love with a ghost. I’m in love with memories. I’m in love with dreams that will never happen. I fell in love with my childhood best friend and we dated since middle school. We went to high school and we were what people would call goals. We applied for college and jobs together. We planned a wedding that will never come. A house we will never live in. Children we can’t have. I was the sick one, but they died first. He wasn’t even 25.. he was two years older than me. I am now turning 25 in a couple months. This is wrong. I can’t move on. I want to join him.. I want to sleep by his side. I want to rest. I’m tired too. He wasn’t even 25 and I’m about to catch up.. this is wrong.