I wake up in the morning, some days, and wonder where [insert name of person I once used to know very well] is, and what he/she is up to now.

And then throughout the day, I’ll reminisce about the times we spent together, the time we spent together, the time together.

Maybe I’ll remember the way he/she would walk and talk. Maybe I’ll remember the way his/her laughter would ring out. Maybe I’ll remember the way we took to reach the end.

And then I’ll try really hard to remember the last time we spoke, the last time we met. The last lingering shadow of our lives overlapping. And then I try really hard not to feel a hollowing tightness in my chest.

Today is one of those days.

Where are you now? I hope you’re happy there.