Missing Pieces
I miss that friend... You know, the type that you can sit around and do nothing with and still have the best time. The type that, no matter what time it is, will always come to hang out. You can never get sick of them no matter how much time you spend together. You can never get bored with them around.
I miss that friend... The type that you can tell anything to without be ashamed, judged, or blamed... They'll always listen when you rant, and then probably laugh at you for being so pissed in the first place, which actually helps your mood. (Anyone else tries that and they get punched, right?)
I miss that friend. I miss the random conversation. The kind of talks where you don't even remember how it started, or how you reached the end, but it doesn't matter anyway. You could speak in grunts and still understand each other perfectly.
I miss that friend. The type that makes you feel whole. The type that feels like they are just a copy of you, only they look different.
I miss that.
No clue where you are, but part of me is missing right now.