to you : on the other side of the world .

dear you ,

we've got so much to say to each other and yet somehow we don't call or talk . i guess i'm scared to pick up the phone ; worried we won't click the way we used to or laugh about the same jokes . i'm holding my breath to hear what you have to say ; i'm holding my breath in an attempt to stop myself from blurting out all the things i want to say .

how's everyone else ? are they all engaged ? anyone married yet ?

i'm upset because i wasn't there for the birthdays , the graduations , the gatherings ; but i really don't have the right to , do i . i never called and i never bothered . i'm guilty of letting us go . do you think there's a way we could pick up from where we left off ? do you think there's a way we could go back to the way things were ?

i miss you and the way we used to sit and talk for hours on end , about the past , the present and the future . if you're reading , hopefully you're a much stronger person , and call me because i'm too afraid to call you .

xoxoxo ,
sophia , soho , sho .