months have passed.
i am certain that i’m over you now,
however sometimes in the most random time of the day, i miss you.
i don’t know what is it about you that i miss—
was it because you’re a gentleman? was it because of how fond we were of each other? was it because of the secrets we’ve kept?

i still remember the last thing i told you that day:
‘i don’t want to end our friendship just because of what we had.’
you replied, ‘however we have to end what we have for the better of us.’
we both agreed on what we both said, but who would’ve known, that that would be the last time we would talk. you moved away and i haven’t heard a single thing from you since then.

i am writing this because i genuinely miss you as a friend. i just need to get this off my chest; i also hope you are well. and hopefully, this will be the last time i’d write about you.