there was no last conversation, which is strange, considering how many conversations there were. no slammed doors, no final words, nothing worth blaming on either of us. just replies that took a little longer, plans that became “we should,” then “sometime,” then nothing at all. somewhere between then and now we became people who would be happy to see each other and never make plans to. i think that’s what gets me... we didn’t lose each other. we just stopped being where the other one looked. ~shreeraj