I'm standing in front of you. And you ask me, after two years of silence,
"Are you okay?"
"Um yeah. Why?" I strangely want to hear his answer.
"This is going to sound weird. But here goes..."
I study your face. You look like a pug, with your face all scrunched-up in a hesitant manner. It seems he fears asking me and what my answer will be. And then the words come out like vomit.
"Listen. Remember how we used to talk a lot? You and I would text each other "Hey" and stuff back and forth. We would tell each other jokes and such? I would always send you those hilarious animojis and stickers and stuff. Lately I've been wondering about that. I don't know why. How come we don't talk like that anymore?"
Oh god. It's all coming back to me now. Those memories I stuffed away a long time ago. But he doesn't know that.