Guilty of Existence.

There are moments in our lives when we miss a dear friend very much and yet are unable to be with them.

We want to see them but we don't want to see people other than ourselves.

We need them but the need to be alone is stronger.

We love them but would hate ourselves if we are there.

They are very perfect and our presence shall only cause distress, mess things up, stain their otherwise lovely atmosphere.

I hate doing that.

And I have lots of these moments!

Too many!

It's hours and days and weeks, not merely moments.