Distance, miles away from you.
Calls and chats becoming fewer and far between.
I'll be driving or working or just doing general adulting when thoughts of you pop into my head.
I promise myself I'll drop you a message and check in once I'm done with my tasks. But then life gets too busy again.
Even though we don't talk regularly, I still cherish those memories. Like when we were invited to that boy's house and got served semo with efo made with tomato paste and ground pepper. Or that time at another guy's place where only God knows what he served us, claiming it was camel meat.
I remember your weird dances and how you were the craziest one in our friend group. Still makes me laugh out loud thinking about how you saved your boyfriend's name as "LOML". I'm glad you found the real one now.
You always took care of us with your different delicacies. You were the only multi-talented one in our midst - cooking, baking, makeup artistry, and fashion design.
We didn't get much one-on-one time together, but I love your maturity and how you just seem to know so much about everything.
Two conservative ladies hitting the club - that was definitely a no-no. We'd cave after the guys’ pestering only to end up sitting there, watching others enjoy the loud music and grinding, wishing we were home in bed.
I love that we shared the same aspirations and goals, and I'm glad we're already ticking them off our lists.