Whenever I get upset and stressed out I think about you.  I am over you but at the same time I’ll always miss you.  I’ll always wonder what could have been.  You’re still in my life, but its not the same.  Friendly waves and pleasant smiles are nothing like when we first met.  You were one of my first friends at college and I loved hanging out with you.  We bonded over doing laundry together, the simplest thing.  But it was a constant I could count on and I miss it now that its gone.  I am glad you’re happy now, I really am, but I hate that we drifted apart.  I just want to call you and hang out with you but I know I can’t.  Because that would never work.  I guess I have to accept the occasional run ins is all we will have now.  I think I miss this fantasy of us and not really you and me for real.  Maybe even if things had gone differently we still would have eventually drifted apart.  Because I think we are very different now.  But I still call you my friend and I hope you do too.  I hope you look back on freshman year and smile just like I always do :)