I know I shouldn’t (because of a multitude of reasons), but on days like this, I miss my friend.
I miss messaging him and seeing stupid smilies grinning back at me. I miss hearing him laugh. I miss the sound his voice makes when he’s about to say something important. I miss his smell. I miss his hair. And I miss how he could make me laugh without even trying. I miss knowing I could count on him when I needed to vent. I miss just doing things with him with no destination in mind.
I miss having him. Seeing him. Hearing him. Knowing him.
I miss my friend. And I know we can never be friends again…never even be strangers that just pass each other on the street, but I still have this hole in my chest that only he can fill.
I just wish he knew this.