Do you have it too? That close bond with someone who unerringly senses when you're not okay, and you sense it in them? Then you suddenly pick up the phone and send a message, hoping it will be read: What's wrong? I suddenly felt the need to give you a hug. Can you hear me? We both know how it was in the past. Can you hear me, can you feel me, even though we are miles apart.

The aftermath of what happened is still there, and the fact there were no flowers doesn't matter, but what does matter is that you knew something was wrong, even though contact wasn't possible at that moment. And if it had been, would it have made a difference? Someone held a hand, even if it wasn't yours, but when we close our eyes, we think of each other and know that what we feel for one another is true. Sometimes when I think of you, I wonder if you are happy. Are you content, are you ill, are you in pain, are you busy, are you climbing mountains, are you eating well, and are you sitting in the sun?

And although it hurt, the truth must be told that "looking forward to meeting again" played no role at that critical moment. Sometimes things just turn out differently, and then we must do what is still possible or what makes us happy, even if we are broken to the core. There is a solution for everything, and it doesn't matter what others think or say. Sometimes... I think about what we went through and how we try to stay alive amidst the lack of happiness. Perhaps it will still come, but if that's the case, why does it take such an absurdly long time? Are we still living, or are we already in another dimension?

Let me know how you are feeling. Are you trying to fill the void? Are you moving forward, even if it's agonisingly slow? I am still here, even though we are far from each other. You can leave a message...

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