Untitled: Post #273

Nearly three years ago, I met this girl out of pure chance. It was rather miraculous. I saw her and instantly knew I wanted to meet her. Later on I found out that she wanted to get to know me too. The unfortunate thing though, I realised just how little I really knew about her.

Tonight, after insomnia had forced my eyes open, I did some faffing around on the internet, and more specifically Facebook. Just a few minutes ago, I found her old profile page which I thought was taken down about a month ago. Apparently, it’s still there and I’m looking at it right now. There’s only three photographs of me and her out of something like a thousand.

I’m asking myself: Do I have the right to even miss her?

I have this picture of us taken in Grahamstown, both drinking from a jug through straws. It’s stuck to the back of my bedroom door. I always see it. Always. And it always makes me want to travel back to the time we were that close, and things were different.

Somehow I feel that I don’t deserve to miss her. But I do.

I’m sorry.