Slight detour

Last night Bart and I went to pick Terry up from work. Not sure why, but I asked if we could drive past Shyam's. I was surprised that Bart didn't argue or even ask why. So we did.

I'm not sure why I was expecting to see or get out of it, if anything it just hurt more. Just a dark house, and a lot of memories ... which of course brought a flood of tears!

So many tell me just to forget it, he'll come around when he's ready ... but for those of you who know me well, know I can't do that. And what if he's never ready? Then what? I grow old telling stories of this guy I once knew that meant the world to me and one day all communication with him ended? I can't do that!

I sent him an occasional message in hopes that I get one back in return. He never said to stop contacting him, so I haven't. If he did, I would. I just wish I knew what was going on with him, how he was, what he looks like (it's been a year +), where his life is going. I just want my best friend back.