I had a friend.
He died a couple of years back.
And I miss him all the time.
I could be in the car (because I talk to myself a lot while driving) and then I have random realisations or I just want to say the most random thing and I want to tell him for he was that person for me for a long time.
He had been in my life from my high school days.
I know I am random. He knew I was random.
It was a thing.
I wonder what he thinks of me. Me now because whew…. the Ciiku of yesteryears and now? Night and day.
Anyway, I miss him so much and more so this past weekend.
