My Friend E

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.

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