Isn't it funny?

You used to talk to someone everyday. Whether it was in person at school, or on the phone at the most random times, or a simple IM conversation, it happened. And somehow, this continues on for two years.

And then suddenly, you start feeling a little distant. Naturally, the physical distance can take some of the blame. You think, it's no big deal. You handled this for an entire year, how is this any different?

But then you realize, you have nothing to do at home. During that year, when it all worked out, you were busy with schoolwork and new friends; you had plenty of distractions to keep your mind off these barriers and easy conversation topics to bring up.

At times, you feel under-appreciated. You feel neglected by and distanced from another life you were once so deeply connected to. You know it's not intentional. You know it's mostly just you. After all, you're the misguided one who has misplaced his own feelings onto an unfortunate friend. You are tempted to discuss this further with your friend, knowing this issue is keeping you from really caring about him/her.

But part of you hesitates. That part has seen how much of you still exists in his/her life, how much he/she has surrounded himself/herself with objects directly related to you. You stop and realize: you were crazy to think all of that. So you push it away, being wiser than before.

The issue never really settles, however. You know its roots, you force the guilt upon yourself, yet part of you can't seem to shake it. It haunts you. It keeps you from keeping in touch with him/her properly. And for the first time, you're not being the best friend you can be. You have failed your own promise, your written promise that was meant to last for decades.

And all of this hits you, after you have had the first wholly-good day you have had in months. As you sit at your computer in the early morning, contemplating and writing your thoughts down. The feelings sink deep.

You finish writing and publish your thoughts. Your worries and musings, at the mercy of the world's eyes. You leave your dark room, put on a jacket, and walk outside. You stare up into the night sky and search for shooting stars.

The question is, what do you wish for?

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