I said four words to you this year. You said one to me.
You didn't call me on my birthday.
We used to be best friends. I used to see you every day. But, then one day you left. We live precisely seventeen steps from each other (remember when we counted?). I can see your window from mine (remember how we tried to learn sign language so we could talk to each other when our parents wouldn't let us go out?). But we didn't talk. We didn't see each other. I don't know why we didn't.