I met my younger self for coffee at 10am on a Friday.
She was early, standing anxiously
at the door. I was right on time.
I wore an over sized hoodie and faded jeans. She didn’t recognize me. Glanced down
at her phone, just as I said “hello!”
Her long, brown hair fell into her face as
she looked up and met my eye. stuttered out an awkward “hi”
it sounded a lot more like a question, than a...