Goodbye to you...

Goodbyes to best friends are never easy.
Today I said goodbye to mine,yet again.
The first time it left me misty eyed, even heart broken if you will. Like I was an infant, unaware of the concept of object permanence. I thought we would loose what we had, and we did to an extent but I got used to it.
I got used to her not being around, talk to, to call, to scream at, to hug, to cry on her shoulder and lend her mine.
To not hearing her banter over the phone when I’m in a tearing hurry and not hearing her distinctive laugh at my lame jokes...
To no longer receiving not so discreet glances for our outlandish behavior and being obscenely noisy at a fancy resteraunt (where we've ordered just coffee).
To loosing some one whose shoes and clothes I fit into, and who fit perfectly into my life.
To not seeing her drunk the first time, not being the first to hear about her first date, her first kiss.
To not having a new mail in my inbox everyday, or every week or eventually every month. (We got to caught up in the functionalities of life)
To just being complacent.
Just as I’ve gotten used to goodbyes.
I really do miss you though.