I don't hate the silence.

Sitting on this train, I realized something: I don't hate the silence. I just miss you.

I can hear people chatting away. The voices nearest my seat speak of happy times with friends and family. That sort of conversation doesn't grate on me anymore.

I just miss talking about happy times with you. Making happy times with you.

I do wish you'd made time to speak with me. I had so hoped you would.

I know you have your reasons for being as you need to be.

They don't change the fact that I miss my friend.