Alexandra Norrskèn (N.S.) (lantichristo) wrote,
Alexandra Norrskèn (N.S.)

Dear diary …

This I copied from my “regular diary”. Yes the one you don’t get to see ;)

It is something I wrote not long ago …

I just  had the same feeling today … for someone else …

So I thought … why try something different? It is the same feeling. Different decade, different person, but hell, same feeling …


“We used to talk.

Back way when; we used to talk.

We used to share.

I used to like you and you used to like my jokes.

We used to share common interest in the misery of others.

We used to dream the same, think the same. Hell, we even smelled the same.

We had the same dreams and we somehow fulfilled parts of them.

We never got close enough yet we were always … close enough.

We used to talk.

We used to be comfortable around each other. But never too comfortable; we liked it this way.

We used to cry on each other’s shoulder when things went downhill. We used to find others too insignificant. We used to joke about it.

We used to walk together for hours.

We used to find dark places to climb, crawl, hide and share a drink under the moonlight.

We used to talk.

We used to be friends.

Now ...
I have no idea where you are; what you‘re up to; If you’re lonely, happy, sad, successful or miserable.

Now, we share no common ground.

Now we don’t even talk anymore.

Hell, we’d probably wouldn’t even like each other anymore if we’d meet today.

I guess I was always the romantic one. Who knew?

I thought … that no matter what , we would always be around each other.

But, I guess you got tired of being lonely  ... and I got tired of waiting.

We used to be friends.

I guess that is why people get pets.

They …  never change.”



Alexandra N.S.

Tags: dear diary, friends, writing

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