My days have been slightly out of the ordinary lately. Out of the ordinary because I usually wouldn’t experience what I’ve frequently been experiencing. It’s a little foreign to me to feel this nostalgic about someone I didn’t think would occupy my mind very much anymore after I left. It’s strange how we’ve grown so apart emotionally yet I still feel so… close. We don’t talk very much… not at all, really, but somehow, strangely, confusingly, comfortingly, I ‘hear’ You ‘speaking’ to me every now and then. I find it difficult to wrap my head around how You seem to have left a deep enough impression in me to have it resurface months after… An impression I thought I had otherwise long forgotten about.
The heart and the mind functions in a very strange, unfathomable fashion.
I think I might…
be missing You, dear friend.
Maybe a little.
Or maybe a lot.
Maybe our friendship meant a lot more to me than I thought it did.