I like to start my chat with you as if we’re already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we are the oldest and dearest of friends, as opposed to what we actually are; people who shared lovely memories sometime back and have now moved on.
What will she say today? I wonder.
I turn on my phone, I wait impatiently as it comes alive, I go online and my breath catches my chest until I see those two blue ticks and then your response.
I hear nothing, not even the sound on the busy streets, just the beat of my own heart. I have a text message. From you.