I was grabbing dinner nearby when you texted me after a year: "why aren't we friends anymore?"
Texting me meant you had probably broken up with your boyfriend; the one you didn't think I knew about. "Because you kept canceling on me," as if either of us believed that lie.
I agreed to see you. You introduced me to your bosses at work, told them I was one of your closest friends. But you could never figure out what you wanted us to be.
I told you I was moving away next month; it's been three years since the last text.