Even as i write this, i dont know if you know you're the one i'm referring to. it feels strange to see you twice in two days and not exchange more than short sentences. it feels funny to sit next to you and not be able to say much. somehow our conversations online last reasonably long but not when in real person. i dont usually give much thought to such things considering how many people from my past could fit the above description. but thinking back about how you used to listen to my rubbish and vice versa, how we always asked each other cautiously "are you angry? you look angry..."; things like these that i do miss. maybe its all a matter of bad timing. you're busy and i'm busy and we're all stoned and tired with other things on our minds. i'm sorry i've not said much these days. i'm sorry if it has felt awkward. hopefully the next time i see you, we could get a conversation going.