Tapped.
Forgive image quality. It was taken by my cell phone.
Every so often, I call S. It’s like chatting with an old friend, rather than an old lover. The conversation is not strained, and even though it’s been over a year since we last saw each other, it still seems so fresh and so new. We seem always able to pick up from where we left off, no matter the situation. I often wonder what he thinks of these random conversations, these random catch-up sessions, peeks into one another’s lives… I miss him, but I know it’s not of the romantic variety. It’s the familiarity and comfort.
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