Bugger.
I miss how we used to talk on the phone, about anything and everything. How I just decide on another nickname for you on a whim. Or you so obviously dozing off from fatigue on the other end and yet refusing to hang up. Or arguing about our perspective on certain stuff, and ending the argument with respecting each others' POV but holding our own stand still. Or discussing how life works. Or nagging at you to get more rest. Or just about nothing.
I miss how comfortable I feel with you, your sense of humor, how you talk to me.
If only you are not so busy. Then I wont feel any qualms bugging you.
Labels: pestie, rants
