i missed a certain friend for the first time ever today. for about thirty seconds, i think. i walked off the feeling before it got to me. i mean, i’ve missed her before, but it’s always been the lover, the promise, the future, the affection, etc., that i’ve felt missing. Never the friend.
The curiosity of that feeling has struck me more than the feeling itself. i mean, why does it seem so unusual to miss a friend?