My dear, dear friends,

I miss you. I miss you all, I really do.

I hope we can meet someday and that this day become longer than months and years.

I hope I don’t need to wait for another age to find you again.
I think that my life is quite lonely right now, but it’s sadder not to know how yours lives are going on.

You know, I have a partner with me, someone who I love and enjoy. But It’s not like my friends and I’m starting to notice that friends and lovers complete your life in different ways. And then I back to the start, dear friends. I miss you all.

I don’t know what’s going on in your lives, but I see that new people had the pleasure of meeting you all and join in your ways throughout the life. How I wish to join your ways and grow up with you, but seems that we all have took different ways.

I wonder why I have this difficult about meeting people. I know, some of you would say, “I feel this way too”, but still, you guys seems to be living and talking and interacting while I’m thinking, writing, playing by my own self. I wonder why. And I wonder if I seem to be this way to you too, or If I just became a shadow that sometimes talk and shine a little for you. And after all I just disapear with the mysteries of the rest of the world.

My friends, I’m really sad, you know. I hope this end sometime because it’s just too hard for me. I’m very, very selfish, but I do not own any more part of you, any tiny piece of your lives. Not that I owned it in any time, but me and you used to share pieces that made us better.

I really hope to get better and forget that I’m possible forgotten by you. And I’m waiting patiently for that day that we are going to be together talking about anything and laughing for no reason.

I’m really sorry for not being strong enough to keep our friendship like before, because it’s something that I really wanted to make, but… whatever…   

My dear me, sorry not to be who you want.

I hope to get better, I hope to get better.