It has been a while hasn't it? Yet despite all this time, something moves within me whenever someone close to me does. Being away from everyone you grew up with eventually takes its toll on you no matter how much you think you are prepared for it. You can make all the friends you want in another place but they can never seem to even come close to the ones you grew up with.
It makes it even harder when you learn that two of your closest friends' mothers passed away. You cannot even be close to them physically and the best thing you can do is go straight to the screen and type something or maybe even call. But despite that, you just can't be with them. To go through the pain with them. You cannot be there to console in the tiniest things. It simply just infuriates me. I miss you guys a lot and I really hope you are okay and know that you have my deepest condolences.
Being away this long also makes you wonder, how much did everything change; from who you are to the people you once knew. You have been walking with them through this thing called life and once you are separated from them long enough, you suddenly see yourself a sea apart from one another. It frightens me. But then again, I guess it is only my fault for not keeping up with them.
But despite all this, I still feel like these old strings that I hold on to will keep. Maybe even move when they move despite the lack of presence. Anyway, these are just ramblings of a tired little boy who can't seem to sleep when he needs to be. Hopefully she won't be angry at me for not sleeping like a good boy. I wonder how different we are now?