Time to heal…I miss you

I’m getting up in four hours, but I feel like I have to get something down.  I know this is because the events of tomorrow will rival themselves with a sense of being trivial as I simply move into another day of being a cog in a machine; consequently filling my head with anything that will distract me so that the hours of the day might move swiftly.

You’re half a world away, and for some reason the physical distance seems appropriate for how far away you seem.  I am sorry for being distant myself as you have become the person that is just so unfamiliar

Your joy, your laughter, your core being has been replaced with stone-faced intellectualism, clothed in rationale, void of emotion.  This has nothing to do with those that you spend time with.  The change has been slow and gradual, as I have watched for some time.  As I have written before, I don’t say such things in my own defense, but rather because I miss you; the real and authentic you…probably more than you might think.

My silence does not speak of frustration, anger, or jealousy, it cries out for the face of a familiar friend that I have not seen in some time.  My silence speaks from a peace of saying good bye to someone months ago, not because you have found comfort in other people.  Whether or not that good bye was a permanent is now in your hands.  Know simply this: more than anything, I miss you as a friend

                                                                     Always Mikey