There are times when the chill of night intoxicates me. This letter is a result of it.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. does it? Yes, it certainly does.
This feeling that I may or may not be able to see you ever again, is killing me. This feeling of uncertainty. This feeling as if I have missed my last train. The feeling that makes me miss you badly. The feeling that tells me, that I am not as strong as I pretend to be.
If I ever have to give someone a title of being my ‘childhood friend’, it would undoubtedly be you. Class sixth is not considered to be a phase of childhood but then, it’s the essence of selfless friendship that I am talking about. We became friends because we used to sit together. It was that simple! I still remember how you had crammed almost all the answers of History and Geography right at the beginning of the session. I remember how I thought you to be intelligent. I always thought you’d go a long way, especially after the scholarship that you’d got, you know? The life-time education scholarship! Right from the time when you stood by my side without a second thought to the time when we discussed and made fun about your, 'I-am-getting-married' talks. Until yesterday, I thought it's still a dream.
Not that we met regularly when you were in India, but still, I could have lived with the fact that we’re in the same city. But now suddenly, the distance seems too much. Why did you have to move to a different country? You could’ve just paid a visit and come back.
This uncertain absence is not good. I am scared you’ll forget me. I miss you!