Dear Friend
I had so many things to tell you, you know!
I spent half my week trying to put into words how much I dislike nonsense, but I never let those words out, because I was saving them for you.
I thought you'd understand more than most would.
I sat at the table or in the car or on the wooden verandah and listened to all the noise around me and I wondered what you would have to say if you were sitting there, too, because I don't mind that you talk so much.
It wasn't important, I guess, but I like listening to you better than most.
I went for a walk one day and my footsteps seemed to echo loneliness while the sun was out and no one was near to share it with me. I thought about all the people I could be walking with, but their eyes don't go wide with excitement when they describe little things, and they "agree to disagree" instead of arguing things out like you and I do.
Arguing is better. We laugh in the end because I believe you're crazy and you're sure that I am, and we like one another that way.
I wanted to tell you how it's hard to get anyone to even smile at you because they're too busy looking down at their phones
And I wanted to say that I can't stand growing up because being an adult is hard business and small talk makes life just that much more awkward
And I wanted to let you know about all the little annoyances and tiny bitter hurts and lonely days and quiet nights and ...
And then I saw your smiling face again and I called out "hello"... and all the other words just sort of slipped away, because somehow none of it mattered anymore.