I miss my best friend. Life has been busy lately non stop stuff to do, not a moment to be bored. Though there is never any time for them anymore, I miss our chatting during the day at work. Every time we talk it has seemed strained or awkward lately. He says no worries, it’s just him. But at times I’m almost convinced that we may just not have anything to talk about anymore. Then I remember talking non-stop in the car; camping, coming home from Canada, over dinner and a bottle of wine.
I remember how he was scared that we could lose our friendship but it was a chance we took.
“So who’s to worry
If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Don’t you know this life goes on?”
Maybe it’ll be next years love.