You’re a mess. I wonder if you’ll ever have the guts to explain why it is you still text me after all this time every few months or so. And “you were up” probably isn’t the reason. But until next time, i’ll see you around and exchange awkward waves and glances. That’s what we do. I still don’t know how it changes so drastically from what used to be but that’s how it is now so we will leave it be.