Hey there. Remember me? Your friend? It’s been a while since we last talked. And by talk I mean actually having a proper conversation, where we would share our problems, our fears, our likes and our dislikes. Now our conversations are nothing more than polite replies done out of obligation. Remember when we used to talk all day? Be it on person or through text? Do you remember the first time we spoke on the phone? Well, I do. . It pains me to see what we have become. You started from being a stranger in my life, to being everything to me, to being a stranger again.
I miss you every single day. I think about what we used to do, and how I should have cherished them, how I should have told you what you meant to me. Thoughts of you are consuming me and I feel that I need to let go of you. You’re no good for me. But some part of me still wants to believe that someday, maybe, just maybe, we could go back to how we used to be. The door’s always open for you, and I’m just a phone call or text message away.