Sometimes it feels we've been drifting apart, these past few years. And it seems likely that we're going to just keep drifting apart even further, unless by chance and circumstance we happen to find ourselves living near each other again. And then, these ties will be briefly refreshed, and remembered anew, and things will seem bearable again.
And we know the other will always be there, for times that simply require another. And we know the other will share, joyously or sorrowfully, whatever is so big that we have to share it. And we go our ways knowing that, knowing that we're there, out there, somewhere.
...but even though they may not really be lost, I still can't stop hating how much I miss my friends.