sometimes

The other day, I had a strange feeling, one I hadn't felt in a long time, and it made me think. Someone I'd cut from my life, thought I was mad at them, over them, moved on from them, for a fleeting moment whilst I was out, I wanted to know how they were doing, how they were really doing, and if we really didn't like each other anymore. 

So, to that person, perhaps if you read this maybe you'll realise who you are, and think that maybe to see one another or to talk once would be nice, to lay things to rest, to get it out in the open, and understand why our friend ship couldn't last. I'd be so blown away to recieve a message from you, anything actually, to hear your voice or to just know you still hold a faint glint of the person you were, so that the past is not  completely in the past.

I miss having you in my life.

Thats all.