"Hey Marc! How're you doing there? Made friends? How about the Big city? When'll you visit me? How-"
"Books stop! Let me breathe."
We both chuckled.
"I'm fine here. I made some friends. A lot more than there. I like the city, though there're too many people. I don't really know when I can visit you right now. But you know I will."
"Of course. I'm glad you made friends there. You'd never leave my side here. I really miss you." There was sadness in his voice.
"Reaaaally? You are friends with tons of people there. You really miss me? And here I thought you just tolerated my presence." I tried teasing him.
"More than you can imagine. And no, I don't tolerate your presence, I enjoy it. But, tell me about your friends, are they treating you well?" He swerved fast. I let it go.
"Yes, they are. Better than any of the people in our class ever did. I'm truly happy... I miss you." It was a mere whisper in the end but I know he could see the sad smile in my words.