I miss her some days, especially today as I am watching the last episode of Girls, as I watch Hannah and Jessa fix something that seemed so irrevocably broken. I think to myself, if Jessa were you and I were Hannah, would I have forgiven you? Am I even hannah? Pure of heart? I think I would have; even if I held resentment towards you for what you did, I would forget it and bury it. All in exchange for you being my friend again. that I would walk into your hostel room and you would be sleeping through your alarm that I could hear from my room; you would be hunched over, with your spine poking out, and be focused on something. The way you fought, the way you enabled me. I miss it. I miss you. I don’t even know if I'm brave enough to admit to people. Me holding onto this pride has made me into the biggest coward. I'm ashamed; I'm scared. I miss you.