Now that I have the time for it, I've been sending messages to old friends from highschool through whatever means I can get. Checked every corner of my social-networking profiles, revamp the informations and all that. When I'm busy with something else, I see these social-networking thingies as a waste of internet space but it's awfully useful to stay connected to friends who have soared far and wide. Such a peculiar thing it is, that it can actually rekindle relationships and mend the broken parts.
In reality, I've been missing quite a number of things. Things that I could not say out loud to other people, things that I cannot describe fully what it is. Though I technically have whatever that I've been homesick-ing for, I still feel the resentment of losing those who passed away while I was not around. You know; when people die and you're away, once you come back you have this feeling of wanting to find them again. Then you'd start to regret the loss of time that you traded for (whatever reason that you're away), though in entirety it's not your fault.
I've been wondering, how it'd be like if Reza is still around. I wanted to talk to him about my life, my aspirations, my dreams, my past; I really do, but it's not possible anymore. I look at his empty house and all I see is my childhood, something of pure innocence. We weren't the best of friends, but there's something about that kid, which will always be a part of me.
Oh my mom would be superlatively shocked to hear these thoughts of mine.
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Looking for something when it's clearly isn't there - yet you can't quite accept that fact... Ouch..
be tough..