senti moment…

i miss my friends… the youthful ones who would drag me to drink and party at midnight and cry with me each time my heart breaks.

i miss my friends, those who go ahead to battle for me when somebody treats me wrong. 

i miss my friends, those who talk with me over mouths full of food or coffee or cake while trying to console me at the same time.

i miss my friends, whose joys have become my joys… whose sorrows have become my sorrows… and whose lives i will forever be a part of.

i miss my friends, who are miles and oceans apart from me right now and living their pains and joys without me.

but mostly, i miss the way i am when i am with them.

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