Pookie

I know you don't visit here and you would probably never find your way here either. But none of that would stop me from writing this post.
It's been so long since we've talked and it's been even longer since we've seen each other. What bothers me more is the fact that none of the last few conversations or meetings have been what we would have both liked it to be. Right now, there are so many things that I want to tell you. I wanna tell you how much Ironman rocks. And that I can't wait for Hellboy2 to be released and it better not suck. I know you'll laugh at me when I tell you that I forgot about that wine tasting class that I was so excited about. Then you'll tell me I'm silly for telling you that the bears says hi. I don't want to pick up the phone to call you and say all that. Because you'll know that I miss you. And I truly do.
I wish you'd do all that for me. I wish you'd call to tell me how you are. To tell me that you're fine and ask if we could chat for a bit. You won't ask me those difficult questions anymore and we'll both chat till morning. And there won't be those moments where I catch the pain in your voice and the bitter silence that follows that.
I lied when I said I don't remember the good times. But I meant it when I said I thought more of the bad times. It wasn't because I chose to, it was the only thing I could think of at those moments. After all this time though, my memory is failing me. I'm beginning to forget many things. The good, the great, the bad, the awful. Though sometimes, when I least expect, I find small reminders of you. I forgot your nickname, Pookie, but now I remember and I remember very clearly why. Although I may forget the details, I promise I will always remember what we had. Always.