Hey there, you.
It's been a while since I last saw you.
Since, I've talked and thought about you. Sometimes not the best, but nothing mean I hope, just getting mildly impatient waiting for you to come back.
We aren't the closest, though I still care immensely. Maybe I worry more about staying agreeable. Don't think it a problem, it has its purpose where others don't have that comfort which shallow discussion gives.
Time doesn't stop for anyone, and it might feel bizarre. But if we're here together right now it must mean something good, so rest easy, gears are shifting and clicking right. They'll rev beautifully; it's you, after all.
Things have happened in between we don't share. That's how it is, life is subjective, it was made so everyone's everything is different, same events or not, what we take from them is unique. I won't ever fully relate, but know that I'm here to listen, to reassure, to lean on.
Didn't want to jump over your fence. Instead, this side is open whenever you want to drop by.
We'll share lunch tomorrow.
Let's get you your favourite dessert I don't happen to know.
