I haven't heard from you for a while now.
I grew anxious when I first noticed the change.
Was something wrong? With me? With you? Between us? I couldn't be sure. But, something must be wrong. We did not talk about such things. We did not talk about feelings. Well, at least not the ones that directly concerned either, or both, of us.
Anxiety turned to speculation.
Was something changing? With me? With you? Between us? I couldn't be sure. But, something must be changing. We did not talk about such things. We did not talk about changes. Well, at least not the ones that directly concerned either, or both, of us.
Speculation turned to acceptance.
Was this a new beginning? With me? With you? Between us? I couldn't be sure. But, this must be a new beginning. We did not talk about such things. We did not talk about beginnings. Well, at least not the ones that directly concerned either, or both, of us.
I haven't talked to you for a while now. Why haven't I?
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