Sometimes

A copy of a note titled, "far away"

I wanted to write a personal note, but somehow I didn't know what to write about. It seems like my vaults have more content in store that has to be let out first before I write more. So here goes one out, dated July 1st, 2023. 

I believe everyone comes across people who stay on our minds longer than the time we get to meet them in real time. This is to your that friend or acquaintance or colleague, to someone who you'll miss on an occasional long weekday.

Further, on a salty note, people do varied things to show they care. Each individual's care action is different and uniquely theirs. 

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People are okay.

Friends are nice.

Yet, there are a few people who brush against you in a way; their presence lingers long after they've left.

They wouldn't have been your year-long classmates nor lived right next to you; they'd only have limited instances in your life, but in spite of it, they leave a mark on you. 

I think you are one of mine that way. Though our relationship has been bounded by time, people, and distance, I still think of you when I hear a tune similar to the one you love, your remarks on life and career, or anything at all. I remember your mom's birthday and your sister's favourite things. It's surprising how easy it is to do so. 

Maybe a way to explain this is: two trains running parallel to different destinations, they'd be out of sight of days then suddenly are back in each other's sights again, or the moon and a car on the road at night. In an illusioned way, they travel together, but it's finite to that time of night and millions of miles and spaces. Yet at that moment, they are wonderfully aligned, just for a short time. 

I miss that sight.

I miss our youthful days.

Though we are really, really different, I'd understand you in seconds, and I believe you'd do the same. It's a beautiful melancholy that has been long lost to the night. We become songs that can rekindle memories, but only when someone remembers to play this number on the jukebox tonight. 

We are the forgotten, familiar tune. 

The one that stays comfortably lost to the winds.