My dear friend,
Today I had a nostalgic moment in the afternoon.
Without realizing it I was going through the photo gallery of my cell phone looking for some pictures without knowing for sure what picture I wanted to find. I knew I was not there looking for any selfie, or maybe the one the pose I did was nice and the angle that the picture was taken made me look really thin and elegant. I was also not there to find those pictures of that wonderful plate that I ordered at that restaurant at lunchtime during lunch with my coworkers.
At some point, after I’d spent a long time looking at my gallery I realized that the reason was that I was missing you.
I know when I left I said I would not miss anything. But after all these months and miles away, I fell how much I am suffering. It hurts all over my head, my heart, and my soul.
And here’s the truth, friend: – I miss you!
And this longing that I keep inside my chest sometimes feels that nothing, absolutely nothing, can heal.
It is true that we talk every week or so.
On the phone, we’ll talk about all kinds of nonsense we’d talk about if we were sitting at my table in my dining room. Usually always with some small snacks and a nice glass of beer in our hand – preferably our favorite – remember?
And how good it was…
There were so many silly chats, so many dreams, laughter and moments we had together.
But now, not only we have the distance but we also have the time, which has made the weeks and months pass quickly, making our contact rarer and it makes me feel that somehow we are losing ourselves in the middle of time and distance. And this feeling keeps stronger and stronger.
That’s when I remember that people always say everything in this life passes.
Whether it’s true or not, I do not know, but I do not believe that the longing I have inside me is going to go away. It´s just I see one of your Instagram posts to make me want to call you and hear your voice. And when luck finally allows us to meet in a moment that we are both not busy is such a blessing.
The hard part is when the end of the conversation comes. At that moment we are gonna promise that we will talk more, but in fact, we know that we’ll actually speak less and less.
I feel really sad about this.
I know we already live isolated lives from each other. We have new life challenges, achievements and goals. Each of us is living – geographically – on opposite parts of the world, following our lives.
But despite the distance, I want you to know that today, while I was revisiting the photos in my phone gallery, someone asked me “Who is this person?” It hurt. It hurt a lot. But proudly I was able to say that the person on that picture was one of my best friends and with whom I had the pleasure of living some of the best moments of my life.
And I truly hope that one day you feel the same when someone asks you who was I in one of your pictures and you miss me as much as I still miss you.
After all, it does not matter the distance I’m always gonna be your friend.