This is dedicated to all the friendly ghosts. Those who used to grace my phone, my ideas, and my life, with their endearing presence during our conversations, and hopefully, I did the same for them, too, in my turn. Those whose entirety is but a memory now - something I come back to from the lonely corners between my drab walls during the quiet hours in the afternoon, and the melancholic ones at dawn, something I long to grasp, to bask in again, but cannot. Not yet, I hope. They have lives now, I know. A greeting every now and then would've brightened me up. They should've known this. The pace of the developing and competitive places of the world is a perilous foe - one who has stolen friends from me. And there is one, too, that I am wary of: a fulfillment in my friends' lives that leaves no room for friends.
Still, I write my longing as bluntly as I can, without all the bitterness, too:
Come back. You are sorely missed.