We hadn't spoken in months. Not properly, anyway.
But we had stopped drifting. Now, we just lingered, like two boats bobbing on still waves in a vast ocean.
Sometimes there would be minor interaction, like a smile from across our backyards, or me bringing over food under instruction from my mother, or you bringing back an empty dish under instruction from yours.
To each other, we seemed fine. To each other, everything seemed okay.
But the truth was, I missed you.
