“Remember we used to do this all the time? Talk for endless hours on the phone about anything and everything? Talk until one of us fell asleep? Talk just so we knew the other one was there?” His words are like a warm blanket cocooning me. “We did, didn’t we?” “Mm-hmm. And you always fell asleep first.” “I did not.” “Yes, you did.” He laughs. “Tell me more about your meeting,” I say. And so we talk like the years have evaporated. There is an ease to our conversation. A comfort that is hard to find. And yes, I fell asleep first.
