I miss the people I became so achingly close to, and never hear from.
I miss the people I became so achingly close to, and now we talk about the weather. I miss the ghosts I made for them.
Duration is irrelevant.
It matters how close we got.
I have countless stories. A gigantic heap of people who I became intensely connected to and who now, I rarely ever hear from. I comfort myself with the fact that I have countless stories to tell. But I don't want stories! I want friends! Real, meaningful, rich friendships.
So consider this a published call. If we ever knew one another tenderly, if we ever exchanged more than phone numbers and pleasantries, please come back into my life...
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