I miss having the confidante. I know I have plenty of friends for that, and am thankful for them! They have been incredible through this whole thing. BUT, I miss running to you to tell you that I jumped off a mountain strapped in a parachute or that best friend is pregnant (well I did that second one anyway, even though you didn't care at all). I miss having someone ask me how the drama is going for the competition this weekend. Friends have too much going on in their lives to remember something so small, and not that you don't, that was part of the problem, the time commitment, but I would have complained to you about the stress of it enough times for you to know it's coming up this Saturday and ask about it. I did tell you about it before we broke up, how I had to write the script and the beginning of play practice. And I half expected you to actually remember and ask about it today, for some reason. But, I should know better, it took a lot of effort on your part to remember my stuff as well as yours and why would you be making that effort any more?
And that's Day 29: feeling another part of the loss
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