Missing You

I was online one rainy day when I met you. I never really gave you much attention. I just wanted to chat. I was happy that you did not ask for my picture. I never bothered asking for yours. You asked for my number and we agreed to talk after dinner. I asked for your number, just in case. A couple of hours later, we decided to go offline. I grabbed a quick dinner. I guess you did too. After a few minutes, I called your number. Busy. I called once more. Busy. I called one more time and promised that if nobody answers, I am giving up. Busy. I gave up. 

I have already forgotten about you until I received a strange phone call one night. You were the voice on the other line and you were looking for me. You told me your name and explained that you found my number written on a piece of paper. You told me that you did not really know who I was but decided to call anyway. You told me you were bored. Fortunately, I was too. We decided to talk.

You introduced yourself. I gave you my name. You told me you lived nearby. I told you we should meet. I then looked at myself in the mirror. I was not ready to meet you. I'd rather be the anonymous voice on the other line. Luckily, you felt the same way. We both found ourselves laughing minutes later. You told me that you were still in school. I told you I had a boring job that required me travel everywhere. You did not really care. I did not make a fuss. We laughed the night away. We were like old friends.

Eight hours, non-stop, on the phone was all it took for us to realize that we have both found what we were looking for. Before we hung up, we knew we had something. We promised to call each other the following day. We both did not know that this fateful night would be the start of a two-year relationship that would bring out the best and the worst in both of us. 

Tonight, as I was trying to get myself to sleep, a song reminded me of how we met. Hearing the song made me remember the person who helped me know myself better. We were lovers, partners,  and best friends. He was my number one fan, and I, his. He was my cheerleader, and I his primary supporter. He was my life. I was his. 

To you, I have no grand hopes that we would ever be together again. We both gave it our best shot and that should be enough. We both have outgrown each other by now. We both have changed. I am now Tristan and you are someone I barely know. I just wish I could bring back the guy I was when I was still with you. 

I miss him.