Anyways, you’re not important anymore. Wait no, that’s a lie. You are. I can’t explain how but you’ve pushed me to do things I otherwise wouldn’t have done. My whole career started from your push, if you may not remember, let me remind you how you told me you wouldn’t talk to me until I completed my CV and stuck by through until I got it done. We’d agree to work on it and end up talking about everything else. But I got it done, you motivated me to. Things happened and awkwardness grew, but you were my friend always. Who hated everyone I dated and criticized them beyond, you never liked my choices and I can see why. We fought over the silliest things, you’d make me cry every night and then you’d do the sweetest things too. Why are we not friends anymore, how can you grow so distant? What did I do, Mo. I miss you. Not everyday not all the time, but because you’re no longer my friend. Because I can no longer text you hey and catch up. I get so excited every time I see you and then I remember no, no Ana, he’s not your friend anymore. And I can’t understand why. I miss you. I’ll always miss you. Our most random conversations. How you’d say hurtful things like I’m detached from reality. Or all the times we went to tsunami binaa and watched the sunrise even on the cloudy days. How you took me and my friends to Azur for the first time ever. I miss you like hell, as a friend. I miss you criticizing my life. I miss us fighting. I miss you being my friend.
She Was Sea 