I really miss hugging you btw. I haven't hugged someone in weeks or months. You were the last person I was excited about hugging, not my mom, not my dad, not my friend you were always salty about. It was you who I cared about grasping. Embracing. I thought it didn't matter. But then weeks went by, then months, then years. You moved to a different city. I was so happy, Okay I lied, I wasn't. But not because you are away now Because you never told me Didn’t you want to meet me one last time? Maybe you didn’t. Well, nothing changed except the possibilities of my silly fantasies about accidentally running into you at the bus stop. Or the market.