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Tonight may be the first night that I really feel like I need a friend with me, a certain friend who I may have lost. I have often thought of him, missed him, been sad about the loss... but it wasn't until now that I felt lonely without him; mostly because, ironically, life has been quite pleasantly surprising lately and has kept me very busy.

There's no need to tell a regretable story, nor do I want to share it with the world, especially given the lack of anonymity here on this blog.

He was a good friend, a best friend at that. Someone who would patiently sit with me at the most inconvenient times when I was down, not needing a reasonable explanation as to why I needed the comfort, even though one would be nice. It's nights like these, when I feel uneasy but find myself incapable of composing a coherent narration of my thoughts, that I most want him to simply be there.

He was a trusting friend. Someone who opened up and allowed me to make him happy. Believe it or not, it does take a sort of courage. When he needed cheering up, I was always more than happy, even proud, to be the one who intuitively knew what to do.

Despite changes, the way I see it, he still is my friend. He may no longer want to talk to me, for now, or for a long time to come... but I know that we have one another's best wishes. That, in itself, is a kind of comfort.