Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
I like it. So did the recipient. I think it might have even gotten favorited. Now there's a word I don't mind seeing transformed from a noun into a verb--favorite. But "friended" annoys me, and "unfriended" is just so brutal.
