Year Two: Still Blue

I'd like to say that the continued disappearance of my BFF doesn't affect me in the slightest, but that would be a lie. We all know I'm the emotional equivalent of a ball of mush, so having him vanish almost two years ago (but who's counting?) has left me with this gigantic hole inside. I mean, this was the person I talked to 5,000 times a day (only a *slight* exaggeration), who knew every secret, every thought, every friend, every hook-up, and every tear. Not having that, in addition to not finding Mr. Whatever, feels like a kick in the gut. I miss him. I miss having that person you could call 24/7. Sure, I've got friends I can call now, but most of them are married and therefore not very receptive to my teary phone calls at 3 a.m. (hypothetically speaking, of course). I realize there's nothing I can do about this, as he willingly decided to leave the Life of Pink for whatever reason and I can't make him talk to me (trust me, I've tried. Wait, what?). Lately it's been on my mind quite a bit, so I guess I just wanted to get it off my chest. And, scene.