I miss my friends, but I can't seem to bring myself to tell them so, or to ask to see them.
That would be needy and greedy and pathetic. If they want to see me, wouldn't they say something?
Perhaps not. Perhaps they are thinking the same things that I am.
It's just all so awkward. How does one people?
One starts by complaining less, I imagine.
Sorry.
Oh Esther, I miss you, too.
ReplyDeleteI feel this way a lot. Especially up here. Ask, Esther, for my sake if that helps. I think they miss you, too.