It was the beginning of summer, you were hugging your best friend Steve. He had just revealed that his family was moving far away and y’all were most likely not gonna see each other for awhile. Or ever.

“I think I’ll miss you forever.” You said as you let go of the hug. “Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky?” Steve jokingly asked. He was always silly like that.

It wasn’t till years later you spotted him in a coffee shop. Was that actually him? You then walked up and tapped him.