I saw him today. It'd been almost a month. "How've you been?" he asked with a smile and tired eyes.
"Good!" I told him. Remembering all that had happened in the last month, I changed my mind and told him what he already knew. "Alright," I confessed. "I've been alright."
"Yeah?" he said with a playful punch on the arm. "We should hang out some time."
"For sure," I said. Our conversations always end like that - with the vow to spend time together. We rarely do, and I'm sure this time won't be different, but it's more comforting than saying goodbye. Something has always been there with us, and I'm not sure I want to know what it is, but seeing him today was good.