I dreamt of a friend last night. That i finally saw him and asked him about everything. Well not everything I suppose, but of the things we have stopped speaking about. He was smiling, hugged me, was excited to see me. I asked him about the wedding and he lost his glow. I wish he would talk to me in real life. Tell me of his happiness, of his confusion, of his doom. His silence makes me wonder what the silence is driven by. Who the silence is driven by. Or is it me? Has he moved beyond, is he okay enough that he doesn’t need me anymore? Am I ok enough that I don’t need him anymore?