Desperate Times

Dear _____,

I emailed you. I waited. Refreshed the address bar. No email back. A couple seconds later, I refreshed again. No reply. All of the sudden, my heart skipped a beat. The side bar read, "inbox (1)"! My heart ran in circle and though hesitant, I was just as excited to click on it. *Click* My heart broke. It was a "Mailer-Damon" reply stating that your email address was no longer active.

The next day I decided that I'd call you instead. I have so much to tell you. I was so sure you'd like to hear. *Ring, Ring* A man came on and said your phone number has been disconnected or I probably dialed the wrong number. I double-checked. Oh yeah, it's the right one.

Friend, where are you when I needed you? I guess I was pretty desperate to talk to you. I was desperate to talk to someone knowing they'll understand. I know our chosen paths in life are parallel and I can never get to your side, but I thought we'd at least have each others' shoulder to cry on. Who am I to kid but myself? I guess what I'm really trying to say is "I hope you're well" and if you just absent-mindlessly cross this blog than please know that you suck as a friend. Still, you're probably the only friend I've really ever had that understands my every thought.

Also, if you happen to read this, then know that I agree with you. I was wrong and yes, I am regretting it.

Stay well and be safe wherever you may be in life.

Sincerely, Your friend