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[Aug. 31st, 2008|06:28 pm] |
When I saw it, my heart skipped a beat and I immediately thought of you.
The funny thing is, I have been thinking a lot about you lately. I miss you, now, like I should have missed you then.
I get home from work and wish you were there to talk to, to regale with stories of my day. You would love the life I now lead, especially the excessive consumption of alcohol on the job, and being paid to do it.
You would love the house I live in, the book lined walls and shelves.
There is so much I want to talk to you about, and I want to know what you are doing and how you are going, well I hope. I have no doubt that you have moved onto bigger and better things. I miss hearing about your days, and the tribulations of your work place.
Sometimes, when I am sitting along on the couch, I think of the times when we would sit cuddled together with you in my arms, and I wish you were with me again.
If nothing else, I just wish we could talk again because more than anything I miss your friendship. |
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