The other day I bumped into my bestfriend, whom i haven't seen for about a month. I was ecstatic to finally see him! That moment I saw him I wanted to jump for joy, give him a big hug, hang-out for a bit & do some catching up; but these things were just thoughts swimming in my mind. I thought my thoughts would turn real but they just didn't. What really happened was that he just sat 3 feet off my left, fidgeting, uneasy, complaining about how so much things have been bothering him. It was as if he wasn't my bestfriend but just some boy sitting apart from me. Like I didn't know who he is, or maybe I did but I'm only acquainted with him; he was a totally different person.

During those days when we didn't see each other, I've always dreamt of those fun moments we always have: our inside jokes, our conversations about anything & everything under the sun. I imagined the two of us sitting right next to each other like we always do, playfully punching each others' arm, talking about things & just simply having fun with the smallest things.

That day we saw each other, I thought all these things we always did would happen but sadly it didn't. I thought I was with my bestfriend but I really wasn't. The guy I bumped into wasn't my bestfriend. He may be the same guy physically, by name, but he wasn't my bestfriend. I didn't know him at all. It sucks when you see your bestfriend's face right in front of you & yet you don't recognize him 'cause of his words & actions. I miss my bestfriend & I want him back.