Of Too-Thick Glass

I miss you.

We were once good friends, maybe not the best of, but good.

But over the years we changed, we grew apart, we left. Though I'm sure we were never from each other's mind for long, we became two very different people.

And here we are again, like finger tips on different sides of glass.

And I don't want to break apart, in fear we might lose each other again.

Though I know that one day, we'll come back, no matter how much the glass has thickened.


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