I made the mistake of visiting my Gmail archives tonight. And one set, in particular, was akin to a visit with a ghost: hundreds and hundreds of conversations, laden with obvious affection and affinity. As a whole, they are the chronicle of a valued friendship, the words of someone I love. And they are all that's left.
I feel sad tonight, for in its absense from my day-to-day life, I had forgotten how much I loved this friendship, this person. I should not have read them. They are too much a reminder of that empty disappointment of someone who was supposed to be here.
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