Except that a few things are different. We don't whisper I love you in the middle of a sentence. We don't call each other up to just say good night. We don't walk down memory lane because it will just both cause us pain.

We talk about neutral things now.

Things that don't make us uncomfortable.

We feel like strangers.

Like, these conversations are as good as they are going to get,

Like, the passion is gone. All of it.

I hear our songs in my head and I pretend that everything is okay. That I'm okay with what we are now. That I'm not sad. I'm really not. Just nostalgic. I'm consumed by all of the lot of nostalgia takes the place of the pain that I once longed for you.

We are okay now.

Umhm.