It always starts the same way. You wake up from a dream about them so vivid that you sit there for a minute trying to figure out what year it is. Two days later your phone lights up and there it is, the text you have been trying not to want. Hey. Or something even more random, like a photo of a place you went together three years ago, with no context at all. You check the calendar and it clicks. Mercury is in retrograde. This happens every single time. And once you understand