I
thought of you again. It is during these times when I’m surrounded by people that
I sometimes find my most solitary moments. And then, you come to the pictures
in my mind, uninvited.
I
don’t know but when I encounter some things that remind me of how much I hurt
before, I actually start to feel the burn in that scar again, without even
trying to induce it nor think of you, at the least.
I
miss you. I miss the person whom I once considered as a very close friend. I
miss the odd but truthful conversations we’ve had, the random walks we took,
the random sleep over with friends, the unexpected but appreciated memories of
vulnerability we’ve shared – the meaningfulness in all those random things.
I miss you not because I want your love. I don’t
want that.
I just miss you. I miss my dear old friend.
