I want you to know that I miss you.
Even though I don’t call.
Even though I don’t write or even respond to your messages sometimes.

I want you to know that I think of you.
That I wish I could turn back time sometimes.
And go out and party till dawn and be crazy again.
That I haven’t forgotten the laughter and tears we’ve shared over a glass of wine, or two.

I want you to know that I feel lonely sometimes.
That I wish you were here, in this city;
that you were part of my days.
Even though there’s no distance between us whenever we meet or talk on the phone.

One thousand times, I picked up the phone to call you.
And one thousand times, I put it down again.
Cause the kids woke up.
Or were about to jump off the couch.
Cause the baby was hungry.
Or simply wouldn’t sleep…

Yet, I want you to know that I care about you.
That I am still the one you can turn to.
The one who will always be there for you.

Nothing will change that.

Not distance.
Not time.
Not our busy lives.

Not the weeks that go by without a phone call, without a “Hi”…

I know that you understand, my dear friend,
I know that you do.

I simply wanted you to know….