I miss you, not because you are not here, not because you are too busy, but because you have no obligation to miss me, to give me your time. I miss you because I felt like I was learning something everyday just by talking to you, just by listening to your bizarre stories. And now that we are no longer obligated to see each other, to learn from each other and be taught, I suddenly miss you. And I don’t feel bad about saying it, admitting it, writing it, or even feeling it.
I never felt obligated. I just wanted to be there because there was always something that kept me coming back. But somehow I feel you were obligated in a way, out of respect for me.
I could be wrong.
But I miss you anyway.