Sometimes I wonder whether people I used to really like and still think of often come upon my posts on their dashes and actually remember who I am. I wonder whether they miss talking to me like I miss talking to them, or whether they thought of me as family once upon a time, too.
Bridges break. People change.
I’ve never been very good at communication, or at keeping lines open. Sometimes I need a good firm push and a conversation starter. Sometimes I just want to ask people how they’ve been and what’s been going on in their lives.
Most of the time I’m too scared.