I’ve got to be honest, at the least with myself. I don’t miss you. Not precisely. I miss something that was and no longer is. A time past with people that have changed or perhaps never were what I made them out to be in the first place. Or maybe I’ve just changed. Inevitable as can be. Time runs its course and we run and morph as we move with it. I am not exactly the same, the time is different. Move on. We don’t have to move apart but we have to move on or risk being torn apart, into pieces of something that was good and is become ugly as sin and ripe for sorrow.