may, 2020.

hey.

it's been almost two years or more since we last talked. you didn't even wished me a happy birthday. but then again, i kinda forgot yours too.

i don't see you in my dreams anymore. the last one was perhaps eighteen months ago. i couldn't even remember sound of your voice, when the shape of your palms was permanently burned into my adolescent heart.

i don't know where we went wrong. maybe life is getting more real and hectic as we grow up, and there are so many things to do other than checking up on how the other one is doing.

i hope you’re doing fine. covid is scary but we know how to take care of ourselves.

lately i've been thinking about moving in, getting married, having babies in ten years. i used to have doubts about him, but these days (or is it a year now) all i feel is assurance. i wonder if you'd changed your mind about your girlfriend. i wonder if you'd want a family with her now.

i think i’ll text you today. yeah definitely today. or maybe tomorrow. maybe not. i wouldn't want to write about a "somebody that i used to know". about someone "whose laughter i could recognize anywhere".

may fifth, 2020.