If you do, you start missing everyone.

Where have you been?

It's a funny question, one I can and cannot answer. I've been working, I've been at home, I've been in the bus between work and home. I've been at my homeland. At the same time I've been nowhere to be seen, and I'm guessing that was where the question aimed in the first place.

Friendship for me never relied on close contact, as strange as it might sound. Meaning, once I befriend someone, I can spend years without seeing my friend. Without even hearing from him or her. I know that, if the friendship was true, after all the years everything will feel just as it did before, and nothing would be amiss. If it wasn't true, then the loss was not that significant, if you allow me to make it this simple. So I can stay. I can simply afford to stay, unmoved and unchanged. Somethings do not change for me. It's often bad when they do. For me, that is.

Do you miss me?

The rough and true answer: no, I don't. I don't miss anyone. Don't ever tell anyone anything. I know, I know. But I don't miss anyone. Most of times, I don't even miss my parents. And I miss everyone all the same, in specific moments when they come to my mind. I often miss a specific person in a specific moment. Driven by need? Also. Sometimes the friend I would really like to talk to about this or that is out of my reach, and I don't like to find substitutes. It never works. Truth be told, I've told many things to many people, and Holden was right in his corolary: I do miss everyone. Perhaps not in the way than everyone else seems to do, though.