As you get older you collect a large number of strangers that used to be friends.
As you get older you start to recognize the patterns and your heart aches for those you see drifting away beyond your grasp.
Some days, in your memories, you remember every smile and every confession that you shared.
Some days, when the fog is heavy or the mist is neverending, you miss them the most.
— Unknown (via buttondownsandbackpacks)