Every fall, somehow my mind drifts back to you. Despite the fact that you keep ignoring my attempts to reach out to you and continue to disrespect me for the 6th year running, I will never stop thinking about how supportive we were of each other. Its not that I miss you in some kind of concealed, romantic way; maybe there was something there, maybe not. Its that I miss how we trusted each other with everything, how we sat in my car and talked through our lives for hours. We were so close before you turned on me.
There are times when I feel like I miss someone I havent met yet. Then I realize that its just the shadow of the person you used to be.