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My sweet friend,

I miss you.

And that’s okay.

I can keep on missing you if space is truly what you need.

Because friendship waits.

And fills the spaces.

And takes no notice of the passage of time.

So if space is what you need, then it’s all yours.

But I’m worried.

I’m worried about you.

I’m worried for you.

I’m worried that it’s not a need for space that keeps us apart, but fear.

Fear that you think that you need to have it together.

Fear that you can’t bring me your pain.

Fear that you can’t be seen until the storm passes.

But please know this ..

Friendship – the real kind, doesn’t work that way.

Friendship adapts.

It sways and bends like an oak in the wind.

The bigger they get, the more they need to bend to survive.

That’s what we do.

We bend to each…