Please

"Dear, indeed life is a mystery, so don't give up. And my dearest friend, go on, have your own steps, and pick your bright future up. No one will do it for you but you."

I'll remember all this, and a clear picture of you and all your wise words will always appear. But you're now nowhere to be found and I hate it for not being able to be in touch. And I never mean to be hateful but I also hate to adore you in a weird way I don't even understand. Please come back soon or please, at least have some courage to say hi. I wasn't mad at you, I've never been. Please.