September Song

I accidentally found an old email in my work inbox. It was from HR, informing us that you were joining our company for a few months. I don’t know if you know this but they even scanned a copy of your passport, something HR had never done before with our other international colleagues.

How did we get here? How did you go from, “Oh, another guy working in the office for a few months, just another face!” to the biggest influence in my life?

We met in September 2013. The last time we saw each other was in September 2016. It has been 3 years of ups and downs to a point where I don’t even know what we are anymore.

But you really are my September Song, you know. We may not have been 15 when we met but you made me feel that high school love when we were together. The giggling, stolen moments in the quiet corners of the office, the awkward times you’d just pop into my office to see me, literally, and then walked away quickly without saying a word when I asked you if you needed anything, and how you’d never fail to smile and take off your earphones whenever you saw me coming into the office.

I miss you.

I hate that we’re not as close as we were before.