YOU HAVE/HAVEN'T CHANGED

“…and you?”

“An artist.”

“An artist? Really?”

“Yes.”

“A successful one?”

“No.”

He shrugged and smiled. “But an artist nevertheless.”

He paused and frowned slightly in concentration. “Don’t remember you wanting to be an artist when we were…”

“...when we were friends? Yes, I did.”

I caught him staring at nothing, perhaps a memory that was, or maybe wasn’t.

“You haven’t really changed.” I suggested.

He sighed “Unfortunately, I have, a lot. You haven’t though.”

I smiled painfully. “True. Unfortunately, I haven’t changed at all.”