A note to my dear (busy) Friend…

Wonder if you ever think of me, sometimes at least… I do often wonder about you.

I miss you, you know. I sorely miss the friendship we shared, your companionship and also all that mocking and all your criticisms, as well as your extremely rare appreciation of me.

I know you are watching out there, but I never see or have seen you initiating a conversation with me. Which makes me wonder if you at all care. It’s, as though you wouldn't stoop down to even say a mere “hi” to me, it always has had to be me who makes the first move with you.

I have reached that point where I have come to believe that I might have been/am a nuisance after all. And this disinterestedness I see in you is as a result and so I have chosen to stay quiet. But I do often wonder about you…how you are faring and I almost every time discover myself on the brink of asking you, call, text or message you…but I still hold out. That, I believe is because every time I have asked you anything with regards to your state, I come away with the feeling it was not welcome in the very least.

So you see, I have managed to keep away from asking, but I often wonder, I do.

And I guess you are mightily busy with your flourishing new enterprise and all your successes. And what with all that is going on, you may have no time for old friends I guess.

Let me confess though- I am able to hold out, as I too am busy, by the way. Or else, as you may have already guessed I would have been at bothering you too many times I am sure.

So, gallop on my dear in your search for greatness or rather your struggle for success in this busy, hectic world.

Let me just take a moment here to wish you always the very best in whatever you do and please know that you are never far from my thoughts.

Always wondering and sometimes worrying about you…