I miss you. Not going to avoid any truths, but just candidly say it as it is. I still think of you all too much. I know in no way will you find out, and that's alright for now, but it's still my loss. I continuously think you might just carry a similar vacancy in your soul. I may find a wishing for a mourning to occur within you, but all that shows as I pass by you is a nonchalant look of sorts. I justify my sad mood by listing how important your part was. In fact, I think you'll always hold a part of my thoughts. I constantly bring about all things that apply to you although I should not do so.
Confidant. Companion. Always at hand. Now, all I can hang on to is nostalgia. So many songs you would link during a long night of studying. Hours of chats, and our laughs at night abandon this world. Although folks call you intimidating, I mostly saw your passion. I probably was impartial, but now I can say that you try too hard to mask your optimum traits. How caring you would act, and you always stuck to what you thought was right. Many contacts insist upon a position on you and how you act, but I think I truly know you, and I miss you.
Confidant. Companion. Always at hand. Now, all I can hang on to is nostalgia. So many songs you would link during a long night of studying. Hours of chats, and our laughs at night abandon this world. Although folks call you intimidating, I mostly saw your passion. I probably was impartial, but now I can say that you try too hard to mask your optimum traits. How caring you would act, and you always stuck to what you thought was right. Many contacts insist upon a position on you and how you act, but I think I truly know you, and I miss you.