Talk to them for hours, think they’re pretty chill and they start becoming a part of their daily routine. You guys have stupid, pointless conversations, joke about little things, and you think everything’s going fine. Then all of a sudden, they’re gone. They walk out of your life and you just think about what you could have done wrong. The next person comes along, and the cycle repeats again.
Even if we haven’t talked in a while. I still care about you. You were someone special to me, of course I wouldn’t want anything bad happening to you. I’d support you on the things you do. The decisions and choices you make. You’ll always be something a part of me. No matter the distance. No matter the silence. No matter the drift. I still care about you, and I hope you know that too.