Excerpt from a Book I will Never Write

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To my dearest friend ,

I've missed you . how you been ? i wish you'd get back to me so i don't have to write another letter again .  i hope you know i send out my thoughts to you whenever i can . it's a shot in the dark 'cause... i don't exactly know where you are . i mean , i got a pretty good idea but wherever it is , it must be far . i haven't heard from you in so long i've almost forgotten what you sound like . although i'll never forget your infectious laughter , it was the highlight of any night . i still watch over the streets that you once roamed , that familiar place you once called home . i refuse to accept that you're really gone , you see , your footprints are still here . imprints forever folded into the cold concrete and dirt . the earth never forgets , invisible to the naked eye but it's there . underneath layers of snow , tears frozen in time . scenes running through my mind , like an endless reel of film , your presence lingers . faint reminders of things you once said , of things you once did , of dreams you once had . but i like to think your soul is still there filtering through rays of sunlight . so even though you're not here , you're never really out of sight .

My dear friend , i miss you .