I haven’t talked to you in weeks or months even. I still resent you for what you did in the spring. I want to break my phone when I look at my text “conversation” with you. I’ve sent 5 messages in the last few months with no response. I used to see your face a few times a week. I miss your jokes. I miss watching you brush your teeth before you would FaceTime with me until you fell asleep. I miss you. I’m still here. Where are you?