I haven’t written anything in so long it seems like I’ve forgotten how. But only at first. Once I start writing I remember that I’ve found my voice, that now I’m just trying to track it down.
We probably won’t recognize each other at first, and he’ll rightfully be pissed that I’ve ignored him for so long. But we’ll get over that, find out how each of us has changed, and start working together again.
Then again maybe he’ll be grateful. It’s been years since I was a philosophy undergrad and God knows that was an obnoxious time to be around me.