I hate reflecting. I hate looking in the past at what use to be. I feel that every time I sit and reflect I get this uncontrollable urge to cry. I miss us. I miss everything that was good between us. I know that nothing will ever be the same, and I hate that. We were best friends. We talked about everything and nothing. I wish that you would call me and see how I am doing, but unfortunately, I doubt that will ever happen. Even if it did, I am sure that it wouldn't be the same. Distance is the only thing that we share. Distance is what keeps us apart. It is probably for the better, but it still hurts.
