#280: A letter to a lost friend...
Dear friend, I miss you! That is what I always imagine telling you when I start my speech. I really do miss you, and I have a lot to tell you. Yet, I have nothing. See, it has been a while since we last talked. And apparently, I should have many stories by now, but I actually have none. Yes, I have done many things, I went to places I never thought I would go to, but, I still feel the same. I’m ashamed! It’s like there’s a hole in my heart. A hole that I keep looping back to falling into it. A hole that never seems to be fully filled up. They say, it’s through such holes that light gets into your heart. But, my hole is just black, it doesn’t seem to let any light in. I know well that you are just mad at me for not contacting you, for moving away, for not caring enough. I’m mad at myself too. And at you as well, to be honest. But, here I am! Trying to reconnect, to get back in touch. I dream of you nearly every night, different versions of you. And once I think the dreams