#170824

Three days ago, out of nowhere, he reached out after eight long months. He sent an email in the morning, which I didn’t see until he mentioned it when he called that afternoon. His voice, after all this time, was both familiar and unexpected, as if those eight months had somehow compressed into a fleeting moment. He had a question about something I’d given him last year, but our conversation quickly moved to how we’d been. He asked if I was still doing CrossFit, and naturally, I was curious about him too—whether he started kickboxing again and how life had been treating him. He told me he was doing well, and hearing his voice brought an unexpected warmth. It didn’t feel like eight months had passed; instead, it was as if we had simply picked up from where we left off.