Conversation

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. ...