Conversations

Sometimes I go back and read our old conversations.
Not yesterday’s or last week’s,
But at least an year old.
And, I concentrate only on what you said.
Just your texts.
Your words. Your smileys.
From them, I instinctively know what I would have said.
I remember the exact words that made you laugh, frown, yawn or frightened.
It’s always, almost like a pattern.
As if that conversation was a game of ping pong,
and I was playing on both sides of the table.

It’s amazing how much I learn about myself, through you.

~RavS