Please don't think of me

The other day, I woke up to a text from an elementary school classmate I hadn't spoken to in 15 years. We went to different high schools and live in different states. Our paths rarely cross and haven't for a very, very long time. And yet there she was, in my inbox, with a question for me. Or rather, a question about me.

She apologized for the awkwardness of it all, she didn't quite know how to say it, but she wanted to…