I can’t articulate how much I miss you. My other friendships feel exhausting when I know you won’t be sharing the moments I am about to have with them. I find reasons to stop by your mom’s house just to be around someone who reminds me of you long enough to usually leave with a wine buzz and a paper-plate full of snacks. She doesn’t know what happened between us. If she knew what we had done to each other she wouldn’t have been sharing stories and giving me hugs goodbye. She wouldn't have let me in her house. She asks me what I’m wearing to your company Christmas party this year. I lie and tell her I don’t know yet. I’m not brave enough to tell her you didn’t invite me. A part of me thinks our souls recycle and in our next life I know my soul would look for yours. Maybe then our lives will connect in ways they couldn’t in this life, when our souls are older and wiser. When mine is kinder and yours is stronger. We are too new for this life.
