unsolicited

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.