It’s the nights like these that I miss you the most. Not because you’re gone, but because you no longer live a street and a half away. The security of having you right there, at arms length has vanished and is replaced with Skype chats and text messages, which are few and far between. I miss you tonight because the air has finally warmed and the breeze no longer chills my bones. Because as I was driving I pictured you along with me, listening to obscure music that is made ever so relevant by our altered state and the smoke wafting out the windows. Never doing anything really significant, but tonight I realize just how significant it was. When I think back to times where we were having bonfires and just learning how to hold our liquor I envy us, because we were still naive in thinking it would last forever. “Those crazy three.” It’s not a sad longing, but one filled with hope. Hope for where our lives will take us and who we will become. It’s remembering all of the nights spent doing nothing at all and revealing in the fact that these few people, that you, are forever engrained in my being. I love you pet, and you too little sparrow.
