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Now that the memories have faded out, like a old thought shelfed over a book pile, once in a while I look at them, once in a while I let me roam in them... now it seems like a dialog with the memories, the pictures and the places that we have been together... with the silly laughs, the sleepless nights out in the rain, the writing on the desk... the scribbling in my notebook....

Now the pictures seems to have an echo trapped .. i hear them laughing, enjoying with each other, dancing the dance of freedom.. and how i wish i was them, how i wish to committing this sin to bringing you back into my memory again ..to let go of the secret anthem that we all miss.. cause somewhere deep within there is an person missing his friend....

Now we know the price of heavy friendship... we know how this would have otherwise have been... a phone away am i friend but the awkwardness begins.. the otherwise friendly talk is now too much of a tension to be in... My prioritisation leads to me to different paths again...

I would say now, “whats the loss?”, I would say I will take this in a positive way.. will not think on it, move on like we all said we will.. like a simple replacement or a comprised situation we will deal this too away.. like it has always been ...

Then one day over the road crossing i might meet you again, with a toddler next to you or maybe two.. the crystal tear in your eyes will i see.. remembering, talking i might leave you off after a while ... but trust me, my whole week, my thoughts will be of this now and then.. cause maybe you never noticed... i have always been your friend....