Just as we were finishing up our margaritas, as I was finishing up my story of how the last one ended, my phone beeped. I ignored it, assuming it was just my brother again.
But then he got up to use the facilities, and I checked it. Fully prepared for a smart-ass remark back to my brother.
The name that came up made my breath catch a little.
Sitting there with my friend telling the story of him, I'd realized it was the first I'd thought of him in a while. And when the story came up the familiar heartache wasn't present.
But seeing his name changed that. Seeing his witty text I suddenly felt a bit small. Insignificant.
My friend and I said our goodbyes. And although I was supposed to meet other friends out, I wasn't that sad when no one answered my calls.
The questions started creeping in. As much as I tried to force them out. Mostly why? Why does he still have this effect on me?