Missed connection: m4f

I used to love watching you, gallivanting about with your friends, cheerful, exuberant, so full of hope and promise. I'd watch you, sipping gin in my rusty red best, darting to and fro, chatting about the bigness of your plays and laughing with your friends. When we crossed paths, I was reserved, focused, and shrewd, while you were wild, ambitious, and without fear or hesitation you would throw yourself at me and my friends. We would tussle, scratch, bite and claw, but in the end, we'd be laughing together, wishing each other well before moving along. I would always look forward to our next meeting. But now, as I roam through the darkness, my claws sharp and ready, I am devastated by your absence. I wander through the bleak emptiness, my heart devoid of the happiness I once knew at our chance encounters.

Where have you gone, dear f?

EDIT: for those who apparently missed my poorly formed joke, I'm a minmatar pilot wondering where all the Fweddit gangs in the warzone have gone.