I Hope You’re Happy Too.

I day dream about you.

You often told me that when you hit 30, you’d take your own life. Because life couldn’t possibly get any better – it was the downhill.
We’re now into our early 30’s, and I often wonder what you think.

What is your world?
Are you happy?
Do you have everything you ever wanted?
Is today better than you could have imagined?
Are you still dreaming? Hoping? Striving? Growing? Learning?

Do you miss me too?

Sometimes I long for a day by our tree and the dirty lake, to sit and talk with you again.
To hear your mind. Your thought process.
To consider your beliefs.
Your food for thought.

I’m probably romanticizing our friendship. But oh, what I wouldn’t give to have it back.
To feel the comfort of just existing with you.

I hope you’re happy, too.