I get chills thinking about how things were so different before. The many people I’ve loved, who are now no longer even in my life.
Except through the damned social networks, as I see your face in the photos and get struck with familiarity, then a bout of sadness at how foreign your life looks to me now.
There is some despair when I think about how I knew this day would come. I remember predicting this. I remember thinking how one day I wouldn’t know you anymore.
In the end, I guess it’s not the end of the world, my days are going well and my life is good. I just miss having you around sometimes.