You know what I miss? I miss talking long out loud. About things that matter and especially ones that don’t. I miss the length of the conversation sure but I miss the breadth and width some more. I miss your faces of us as the conversation got sillier and deeper and more honest at the same time. These things don’t happen too often any more because we are in the midst of grown up life. And while lovely in its own way, it simply doesn’t subscribe to the luxury of having those great swathes of time that simply drifted by while we talked and uncared for the world around us.