I don't feel like I'm as close to a particular individual as I should be. Maybe we've both been too busy. Maybe that's a lie. A convenient truth to conceal excuses.

I wish I could be open with this particular individual. This very... special young lady. Yes. She's special. To me, anyway. Perhaps not to herself. Then again, I don't feel special to myself, either. I wish I could spend time with her and cut loose. Get to know her again. We used to be close. Again, I just wish we could be close.

She probably wouldn't like that.