I remember the night everything changed. I hadn’t heard from you in awhile, which was usual between your binge drinking and friends that don’t give a shit about you.
You had been drinking and you mentioned the fact that you called me first. That you always call me first. Hoping I’ll pick up.
I did, and I laughed as you drunkenly talked about our late nights together. Then, you said that some animals die after procreating.
I asked you what that even had to do with anything, you said it had to do with everything.
You explained that humans aren’t an advanced species, all we’re doing is fucking and trying to fool ourselves into believing in love.
I never picked up the phone again.