it sucks that a person can literally be so near, yet distant from you.
i sometimes imagine how much i’d be smiling on the inside if we just so happen to pass each other.
knowing myself, that smile would shy away from you and all you’d get is a dull, blank expression from my chubby-cheeked face.
and probably a minute of my presence as i’d quickly make my way out of wherever i’m at.
unless of course you’d discreetly hint of keeping you company, as we both know i’d gladly stay.
and then we’d go on to talk about the important yet not-so-important events and mishaps in our lives.
we’ve both constantly shown interest and concern in each other’s endeavors anyways, i’m pretty certain that’s still the same.
we’d let each other into the lives we live in our minds, the sure things we think of up there, you know, the factual, tangible stuff.
you’d tell me of your new job and i’d tell you of my current one.
discuss our stable bank accounts, and then how we blew off some of the money on a pair of shoes or little spontaneous trips.
and then when we’ve run out of things to say in the matters of the head, we’d bid each other another bittersweet goodbye before the matters of our hearts get a chance to come out.
or maybe that’s just me.
i don’t know, but what i do know is that i miss you.