Losing Touch

Why is it that the people we lose touch with, or even just lose, seem to be the ones that mean the most to us? I’ve been wanting so badly to hear the voice of a friend I once talked to every night, even if we never met in person. He saved my life simply by being my friend and listening at a time when I believed I had nothing to keep going for.

Thank you Greg, I miss you, more than words can ever say. Wherever you are now, I will always be your friend.


Author: Ms. Smith

Menopausal and middle aged in the Midwest.

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