I reached out to you yesterday and today ... I sent you a text but made it seem like I just needed some information and cut it short. In some perverse way, I wanted you to think of me even for just a millisecond ... a small amount of time taken away from whatever it is that keeps you busy nowadays.
We no longer talk. We no longer see each other. It has been months ... half a year even. I missed you. I missed chatting with you about anything and everything under the sun. Sometimes, I would see something and text you but before I finish writing down the message, I'd remember that we don't do that anymore. We don't text random items to each other, you don't text me to call you to chat, I don't call you early afternoon of Sunday just to chat ... we just don't anymore.
Sometimes, I still peek at your profile. I wonder if there's someone new ... I wonder if you guys talk the way we do ... if you connect the way we did ... if she makes you laugh the way I did or belt out a song while paying at the toll gate.
I shouldn't. I won't ... but for now ... I will remember you and once I post this, I will forget you again ... the same way you have forgotten me.