This one is about an old friend I had in my first year of college, who was talking about transitioning before we lost touch so I use 'they' because I am unsure of the right pronouns.

I think they chose to lose touch with me and that's fine. Understandable in a way even if they never, talked to me about their feelings most times.

I'm probably over romantisising our friendship, (which I designated as a moirallegiance) because in some ways they treated me badly. I think I treated them badly too, and I think in my recent months of lonely contemplation, I miss the companionship and warmth they gave me. College was a time where I rarely felt lonely and I miss that.

I hope they're happy though, I think of them often.

Little bat, lover of Octavia and Vinyl Scratch, master of mechaphantoms and griffins, scholar of electronics, A Bleurose misses you.