(Source: mini-mal-me, via jescsun)
Letter to a friend I miss
Somewhere along the lines we forgot who was the one who stopped facebook messaging back. You’re gone and lost from me, circled into a brand new life with brand new friends. And we hang around this virtual space, two circles once interlocked now strangers, bouncing off walls and each other. Our conversations once composed of our philosophical thoughts and random life lessons and opinions seem superficial now, and less heart felt. Something like obligation.
And so the next holiday come and you return back home, reforging the relationship with excited descriptions of your journey. But all is different now. I see your life on facebook, what you tell me, of the things you eat, the beautiful places, the gorgeous people… everything I have seen, secretly stalked. You are surprised by how your experiences bore me. I widen my eyes at each of your exclamations, laugh along to your jokes, but it feels unreal. You sound like a facebook robot now. Or maybe I’m the robot, processing what would have once been deemed conversation.
I’m sorry I feel this way. I enjoyed our time together and it just seems selfish now, to hold on to the friendship that has already melted with the distance. Even if we overcame this, next fall you’re gone and it all returns to a virtual relationship. The airy hi-byes, the “I miss yous” on a scrollable wall.
Scroll, and gone.
Scroll, and gone.
A new tab, a new distraction.
(via sentience)
(Source: terrysdiary)
