late night frank
Okay so going through our old posts wasn’t the best idea to try and cheer myself up…
Now I really, really, really miss you.
After seeing a picture of you in a while, I suddenly really miss you again. Are you the same? Probably not - then again, I’m probably not either. Your hair’s finally down to your tummy, guess you’re happy with that. Am I crazy for wanting to start things over? When we were best friends, you gave me a whole different perspective on life, which is a part of what makes me who I am today. Yeah, I’m getting cheesy and shit and probably sound like a faggot, but it’s all true.
Would it even be the same if we started over? Do you even feel the same? Do you hurt like I do when we see each other and pretend that we’re strangers? Hell, forget about pretending - do you even remember me? Or am I just some guy you were friends with when you were “just a kid”?
I don’t know about you, but I can’t just forget about someone so close to me like that. If only I knew how you felt.
Hopefully one day, whether it be this year or five years from now, we’ll bump into each other again and one of us will have the balls to ask for coffee.
I miss you Whitey.
