You

I miss you. I do. I know you think that I am side-tracked, distracted, in another world... and maybe I am, but I do miss you. I love that you know me inside and out. That you have no hesitation holding my head up when I am sick from too much Vodka-cran (a situation I may be in later tonight). I love that you know my secret. You know how to love me... what to say and what not to say. And i miss that. You are my friend, no more, no less. And I do miss you. I am sorry if I act as though I don't. I do it out of need to feel less dependent, less committed, less vulnerable. Not out of a need to hurt you. Forgive me.....

You have been lovely, for years. Promise me you'll be that way forever... no matter how far apart we are.