2 minutes ago
Dear Friend Who Is Too Busy,
I called you again today. And heard your chirpy voice asking me to leave a message on your answering machine, again.
It has been one year and three months since we last met. Six months since we Facetimed. Three weeks since I started watching your favourite television show's new season, alone. And yes, I do keep a record of that.
This is not me whining like you do when people spoil Game of Thrones for you. Maybe it is. Because I miss you, even though we live in the same city, went to the same school and even bunked the same classes in college. I never thought I'd say it, but I miss you irritating me with your messy ways, or talking on the phone at odd hours, or waking up at two A.M and watching football matches together. I miss you screaming yourself hoarse every time Manchester United scored, or giving me the cold shoulder because I refused to 'share' my popcorn with you. I miss bitching about people in specific and life in general, with you.
And what I miss the most is watching you do all these things, instead of sitting here and writing them out.
The truth is, I refuse to believe that we let time get the better of us, that our epic friendship ended as it began- suddenly, out of the blue. So in case you read this, I hope you remember the friend who is the reason your voicemail is chock-full, the person who still waits for you to show up to parties, and the friend who wishes that you weren't so busy.