"I thought that I had burnt this bridge," I said to myself.
"What bridge?" He asked.
I looked him in the eye
"This bridge. This bridge of you and I, of us. I thought I burnt it down a long time ago."
"I thought you did too."
"Tell me. Are we rebuilding it?"
"Yeah, yeah I think we are," he told me.
I gave a small smile. "Good," I nodded.
I reached over and hugged him. "I'm do glad we're friends again. I missed you."
"Me too," he said.
"Me too."
