It takes me back to where I began to become Me. It bears my scent at all times, being the least often washed of my clothes. This is really no big deal. We have gone and come like this before. Splitting hairs, not understanding what is being offered by the other, life stuff.
Friends do that sometimes.
Take some time off without seeing each other. So maybe it s time to speak again after all these months. The closer I get to seeing Her again, the more urgent is the need. Nervous to be good enough. Urgent to be good enough before the time is gone.