Silence

Yesterday while cleaning my cupboard I found my old diary. I had forgotten about it's existence. The cover has faded and it smells like dust. The writing inside has faded a little but I could still read it. I found a bundle of your photographs stacked inside. All the memories came rushing back. I was wondering what you look like now. I t has been a long time since I saw you.
I don't know whether you are dating someone. I wonder whether our relation meant anything to you or did it just turn into random Skype sessions with a girl you had met on the bus.
I still wear the nose stud you liked so much. I still tie my hair the way you liked. I still can't walk past Gloria Jeans coffee shop without thinking about you. I always see us sitting on that same table drinking cappuccino and eating blueberry muffins, looking out of the glass at the passing traffic.
The color navy blue reminds me of you.
I have always liked long distance relationships. I know you don't. You never asked why I liked them. Trust is the foundation of a relationship. If you can trust a person who lives thousands of miles away, then that's beautiful. Yes, we never got to kiss and hug a lot but we did get to talk, see and hear each other several times. It was amazing when we met each other. We fought less and laughed more. It was beautiful.
I respect anyone who is in a long distance relationship. They are harder than a lot of things but they are worth it in the end.
I kept all your secrets and I still think you are hot even if you haven't got those six pack abs.
I think about the bus journey, Limca, the sugar packets, the coffee, your smile, the hug, the silence and you.
When I run into you someday can I ask why we stopped talking?