I wonder sometimes if I’d recognize your voice after all this time.

I’m really not sure.

And I don’t know how to feel about that.



To be fair…

I didn’t mean to go looking for you. You just sort of appeared, like you always did, I suppose.

A newsfeed friend of a friend, adventures captured picturesque…Curiosity is a dangerously beautiful thing.

And there you were, looking just as you did before. I almost didn’t recognize you. All I could think was, oh, you still exist…How odd.

How…anticlimactic. That my breath didn’t even catch.

And then you were gone. And I felt almost nothing.

I suppose,

Facebook stalking isn’t nearly as intoxicating as it was.