Where are you?

You were who I considered whole, though you always thought slightly of yourself. You were brave and you fought for what you believed in, and I was as passive aggressive as ever. Our common ground was our adamant indecision at the face of our individual forks in the road. But you were fickle and constantly jumped into different things at once, while I, the coward, always settled. Yet I learned from looking at you that I was not as fearful as I thought. In fact, at special times, I was a stronger person than you. You confided in me many things that were fresh to my being. At first it felt like I was walking on the edge of a cliff, at the verge of falling into the unknown, but I learned that I need not share this treacherous paths of yours. All you really asked of me was to listen. And I did. But then, just like that, you were gone.

It is not your mere presence that I miss, but the impression of  your presence on me. I have bestowed in your person my strength and candidness, and they seemed to have vanished with you. That last night we talked, I knew I had found a friendship of a lifetime. 

Just so you know, I have not lost my faith in you. I am certain that right now you are out there saving the world. One day everything will be okay and you can come back.