[ WP ] You are on a midnight walk alone with your thoughts .

I hated these nights. On these nights, I could n't sleep. I was tired, but not in the way that wants to make you sleep. That's why I am out here. Walking. At 3 am. Alone with nothing but the moonlight and the stars. 
 
 I was lost in my thoughts. To be exact my memories. You see this is n't the first time I could n't fall asleep. Far from it. These nights are a common occurrence for coming on 6 years now. You see, 6 years ago I graduated high school and over the summer leading up to college aka the rest of my life, I made the realization that some of my friends might never be seen again. Not because of something bad, but due to just the tendency of life. 
 
 I continued to walk along the sidewalk. It was the summer so there was no worry for a jacket. I paused at a house. The house was ordinary and orderly in that all the grass was cut and the house did n't stick out in anyway shape or form. This was the house I egged in the 7th grade. No motives. Just because. I continued forward, dragging my feet. 
 
 On these nights, I become extremely nostalgic, remembering all the good times with my friends. Everything from playing in a sandbox to prom. It probably did n't help that I had one of the best memories in the world, able to recall a my whole prom night from the time we left in our limo to the songs that the band played. 
 
 I continued out my neighborhood into a connecting park that the village had built to keep kids safe. Many late nights during winter break were spent here. Talking and building snowman in the moonlight. I breathed a sigh and ventured forth. 
 
 Was it regret that made me remember these things? Maybe. Unlikely. 
 
 Was it sadness? No. I miss those times, but my life was happy. 
 
 Was it fear? That's a joke. I was the person you invited to make sure you got in trouble. I was the guy that wanted to do something stupid just I could tell the story later. 
 
 I stopped my journey here. Another house. It belonged to my best friends, CJ. We dated for a few months before we realized that it was just awkward and both happily went back to being friends. Not best friends. Just friends. 
 
 Maybe it was regret... Was it luck, my subconscious, or fate that brought me here? 
 
 Ever since we broke up there was always an unknown tension between us. We slowly fazed away until we were little more than Facebook friends. I checked my watch to see it was a little past 3:30 am. I decided 6 years was too long and rang the doorbell.
