Keepsakes

 I missed you today. Randomly and without any warning. No rhyme or reason. I search for memories of you, so long ago in the past. A time of frivolous complications, juvenile worries and a life full of possibilities. But my memory has started to fail me. I struggle to recall the endless hours we spent on the phone, the aimless car rides late at night and the funny traditions unique to us. Like how you would get my favourite candies during semester breaks or the dates for our long distance calls …18th of a month for you and 17th of the following month for me. The mandatory phone call before travelling. Your horrible taste in music and you being the loyal reader of my random writings - made me feel like I was the next best thing after Sylvia Plath. How we never ran out of things to talk about, laughed about everything under the sun and nurtured each other’s confidence like true friends.

But I am forgetting so many cherished moments and it doesn’t help that I no longer have our old chat that preserved years of our ups and downs. 

Give me a trail of crumbs to find a way back to you because I worry that I can’t hold onto the leftover fragments for long.