dear sana . saida

twenty-seven.

dear sana,

it was around one in the morning. i was working on my english essay before i got distracted from the flash of my phone.

it was you, your name flashing on my screen.

i answered the call, the croakiness in my voice showed the lack of sleep i had been getting.

"hello?"

"hey dubu, couldn't sleep tonight, thought i'd call you."

you haven't called me 'dubu' in months.

is this the sign of our friendship mending?