Short Story : ' Yep '
about the situation. In truth, we don’t know each other anymore. We’re strangers. When we last saw each other, I was a pushy, overtly-sexual trust fund brat, and he was a melancholic, heart-broken, overweight man.
A vast amount has changed in that short stretch of years. We have new personalities and new perspectives. New bodies, new minds, new goals, and new fears. We are wholly new people.
I get it now. I get what he’s doing: He’s leaving the past in the dust, instead of moving forward with it