"Hey, guess who?"
She messages me out of the blue, wondering if I remember who she is. Well, I guess cause she's using a different alias it makes sense but... how could I forget?
"Heyy, it's been a while. How've you been? Gods, it's been too long..."
Never really thought I'd regard her warmly but... c'est la vie? Truthfully, I was thinking about her somewhat recently, but I dismissed any real notion of talking with her. After all, what did I have to gain from it? Not much.
"Shit. First my bf breaks up with me, then my friends leave me one by one"
Well. That's a bit sudden. I... had no idea. That's my fault. It's so long ago, but I can't help but feel slightly responsible. Maybe protective. I thought after we moved on that she was happy with him. Even though I know I shouldn't, I keep talking to her. Talking through it, wondering how she's been, what's happened since we last talked, everything.
I mention a couple of things and fill in some details, but surprisingly she knew more about me than I had thought. Talking with her now... it's like way back then. Complete with flirting and all the rest of it.
I'd like to say that I'm more mature now. And I'd like to say that things have changed. But I'm not really sure. Deep down it still feels like I'm there for emotional support. Which in turn, makes me feel a bit guilty because I haven't been doing that out of jealousy.
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Do we actually change? Sometimes I feel that I haven't, and it's a bit sad.
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