The beach outing with friends finally came, after weeks of being apart. Everyone seemed happy you and I got together.
We spent the night in a tiny tent: sand everywhere, a weird slant to one side and rocks where our heads went. You kept making conversation and dodging my advances.
The next day, you kissed me on the cheek when we said goodbye. Didn't hear from you for days.
Then the phone rang.
"I kept asking myself whether or not I really missed you."
What felt like an hour of silence went by.
"And the truth is that I didn't."