onedering

i wonder if you ever think about me.
incidentially, you are always in the back of my mind, always.
i had a nice talk with your parents. i honestly missed them. their hugs and smiles were so warm, it was like a reunion. when i saw you though it wasn't like that. it was no reunion nor was it warm.
i hope that someday a reunon will be warm.
i hope that someday we'll have that official closure.
but for now things are good.
not between us, but for us seperately- in general. or so it seems.