
Four days flew really quickly. It seems like when I last spoken to you was ages ago. I absolutely spurn it. Like how kids hate clowns. I can't stand the these long intervals that we always have to pull through.
Wait, correction: ...that I have to force through; that you didn't notice.
I always wonder why you and I just never get along well enough like how good friends ever do. Perhaps 'good friends' is a little too heavy of a term? But age is not an acceptable answer, for sure.
Of all people who passed by my life, I'd decided to invite you for a stop-by, when there are others who actually care to care. I don't lower the boom on you because I know it's life. Actually, I convinced myself to believe that it's life.
But whatever it is, at the end of the day, I really do appreciate you.
Question is, do you?