Still thinking of you

A year ago, you went back home to quarantine with your friends and family.
A year on and I still think about you.
A year on and I still miss you.

For someone I’ve never met in person, I felt like I knew you.
 In hindsight, I saw myself in you. Complicated, broken, yet kind and endearing.

Since we drifted apart, I've been tempted to call you what feels like a million times. Especially on bad days. I miss your voice, your humour, our long conversations. But I can’t muster up the courage to reach out to you anymore. I fear that I'm bothering you.

I can’t help but worry about you. I don’t know if our paths will cross again, but I genuinely hope you’re healthy and happy, always - wherever your adventures take you.