Of things lost and that which could be Things are not much better.

Everytime you walk by, my heart skips a beat. Much as I try to be at ease around you, I can't. Talking to you, I never know what to say, what is proper and what are taboo.

We were close once, very close. But the distance between us now, that still take getting used to. There would be the occasional time you need help, and I jump at every opportunity to serve. Then there are times where I used to help, but not now. You never asked.

I see you online. I see you with your friends. We waved; a friendly wave, where in the past there would be so much more. We never talk like we used to. We couldn't.

Wonder how things might have been if events had played out a little differently. Would you still have done what you did? Would you still be with him? Would our friendship still be there? I don't know. I can't tell.

I miss you. Or is this the real you and what I missed is but how you behaved around me. A mask? Like the one I put on for others but removed in front of you.  ¶ 1:12:00 am