I haven’t thought of you in weeks. I don’t think we’ve had a decent conversation since last month. Ironically, the real reason you popped into my head was because I was cleaning the fish tank. The stupid freaking fish had dug up all the plants again, annnnd guess what. The tank has been clean for maybe 6 hours now, and they freaking laid eggs. Gross.
Anyway. So it’s been a while. I’m almost saddened that you finally escaped my thoughts for so long. You know how it is though, when you first lose someone, you think you’ll never get over it and *insert emo crap here*. I still miss you though. For numerous reasons. I miss having someone to talk to (even over the phone or text) every day too. I miss wanting that from you.
Hrm. I know that sounds kind of strange, but it makes sense in my head.
So time has past. We’ve changed and moved on. Our lives are different. We seem to have gone different directions, yours being up and mine being in this squiggly-obnoxiously-back-and-forth-up-and-down motion. I’ll get back to you on that.
I guess I was just thinking (actually, literally just, like right after the last paragraph), I do miss talking to you. Regardless of our past, I could tell you anything and get straight-honest-kick-me-in-the-ovaries advice. There’s not many people who can do that for me, much less want to. There’s so much crap going on lately I wish we could just hang out in my kitchen with some jack and hash it out. But eh, I’m not getting on an airplane.
Ah well. Life’s life I guess. You are definitely another lesson learned and a notch in my heart. I’m okay with that. I just miss having you as a close friend.
Hope all is well.