When We Were

by Diana Elliot Graham

When I told him he didn’t know me, he was the only person who had really tried without motive beyond my happiness. “When I texted you, when I needed you, even without you knowing that I did, you were there. That’s because there was no one better. You were the best person I knew. And maybe I don’t know you the same way anymore. Maybe we only know each other through Instagram posts, and a random coffee every few years, but ‘who you were,’ who you were for me,” I say, repeating back the phrase he used with intentional emphasis. “You were the best.”

HE WAS THE BEST