“Please, tell me you disabled push notifications.” “I could tell you, but…” “Oh my god.” I cover my mouth. Laugh into my palm. “Why?” “I…It was nice. Sometimes I’d put on the same songs as you, and it felt almost like being together.” He shrugs. The shift of his muscles vibrates through my entire body. “I kept telling myself, ‘I’ll disconnect it tomorrow,’ but…” I think about the past three years.
