I Just Called To Say Goodnight

I was just thinking about it. Reminiscing really, hand in hand with a touch of introspection.

I’ve always been very emotionally dependent on a few chosen ones. Saying goodnight just before I go to bed to someone I’m close to was so important. It served as a dose of assurance that my world was safe; it lent that much security. And I slept peacefully.

I used to do that with my best friend. There were very few nights that we wouldn’t speak before one of us went to bed. And going to bed fighting was just out of the question! We sound like an old married couple, but I liked it that way.

The year I was left behind, I had no one to do that with. I tried, but I guess no one can really replace the role your best friend plays in your life. I tried, but I was left all alone.

All the pent up frustration released itself once she came back. And I felt safe again.

She’s gone again. But so have I. We live different lives now and traditions are no longer continued, the time difference being the sole reason. So I have gotten accustomed to it. I no longer need that goodnight call to tuck me in.

But there are times when those feelings come back. And I am relieved that I have people I can count on. Just to say goodnight.