We’re not lost forever. We’re just waiting for someone to pick up the phone.
We lost each other slowly. First to high school, then to college, then to cities with different area codes. No big fight. No betrayal. Just the erosion of time and the assumption that there would always be more of it. The Lost Sisters
I think about them more than I say. I wonder if they think about me. We’re not lost forever
Maybe being lost isn’t about not knowing where someone is. Maybe it’s about knowing exactly where they are — and still feeling miles apart. then to college