Ricocheted.

It's not fair that all you've left me with are bare sentiments; fragments, even, of: friendship... of life... of love.

It's not fair that all I had known of bitterness had been released when I met you...
and now a piece of that new joy I found has been snapped back.

This new life I had discovered has been snapped back.

Like you took all the happiness I found... and decided to keep it for yourself.

I miss you.
I miss smiling because of your smile.
I miss knowing that there was always someone who was on my side, even if I was wrong.

You always had a way of telling me I was wrong, yet making me feel like I had the right idea.

You have no idea.


I miss having a friend. 


I really do.

And now all I do is drink tea and make pancakes look pretty.
Something's missing.

Maybe it's you.

Or maybe it's just the part of me that I lost along the way to life.

I could be doing so much more than sitting here blogging about how much I miss friendship.
I should be doing so much more than sitting here blogging about how much I miss friendship.

That's it.