You,

I can't remember the last time we talked, a proper conversation and not one of those hi-bye / you like my photos I like your photos kind of crap. Has it been five years? Or was it six? Has it really been that long? Because if it has, then why do I still remember the past like it was yesterday? Why do the memories feel so fresh? We were friends. And till this day I'm still not sure what messed us up so badly that we can't even look each other in the eye anymore. But hearing your voice yesterday made me think a lot about how we could be friends again, how we could continue from where we left off all those years ago.

And even after all these years, I don't think I've ever stopped missing you.