There was a video we always watched on YouTube by Wong Fu Productions called Strangers Again. We said it would never happen to us but it did. Yesterday I deleted your number. We haven’t talked well over year other than saying happy birthday to each other. But I kept your number in my phone for a safe haven. I never knew why. Every time I look into my past it seemed like a movie, not real, a distant memory. You were a movie, not real, a distant memory. All I had was a phone number I could call anytime. The one that you would always pick up and listen to me no matter what was happening: together, unstable, not together, or haven’t spoken in months. But I look into his eyes and realize I’m glad we are strangers again. That sometimes things don’t work out the way you want. That it’s finally time to let go.