Late.

I just came across all of these old AIM conversations I had saved for various reasons. I was reading through them, and the more I did, the more nostalgic and regretful I felt. I'm having startling revelations about these people who used to mean so much to me, either long ago, or just a few weeks ago. And I look at how things change, and I'm reading these conversations I forgot I ever had, and I remember. And I want to go back. I want to undo the things we did to get away from each other. I want to undo the time that has driven us to grow apart. Let's be friends again.

I miss John.
I miss Josh.
I miss Erik.