Is pretty pathetic.
But there you are. I seem to do it all the time.
I miss the friends I had in high school and very early adulthood.
Leaving a religion and a lifestyle and an abusive man really threw me. When I got someplace stable enough to have my wits about me, I reached out to people I had not spoken to in years. It was as if I had woken after a long sleep, and I remembered how much I loved them as if I had seen them the night before for dinner. How much I still loved them, after the fog of numbness wore off. I am glad I tried.
I only got one response. I am grateful to have her back in my life, but I miss the others.
I insist to my therapist, on multiple occasions, that something is certainly wrong with me. I know many people who are still in touch with all their friends from decades before. Why not me?
I miss the man I spoke with last year. I think about him every day. I shouldn’t.