I've missed you. Seriously.
I don't want you to think that my silence for the past, oh, year-ish, has been anything intentional. I'm not avoiding you. It's just--you know how time is. It goes by. One day. Then a week. Then you think, Oh, we had plans to meet up, catch up, we were still able to skip the mundane life updates and get into the real existential stuff, like "Am I taking enough risks in life?" or "Do you think I should go blonder?"
But then you cancel plans because you forgot you really needed to work on that deliverable, or you went away on vacation, or you were sick (or just too lazy to get off the couch from re-watching Clueless.)
Another couple of months go by.
And then it's the general "How's work?" "Are you doing okay?" "How was that vacation 5 months ago?" and the fluff responses "Really good! Work is great! I'm so happy!"
Here's the thing--I know after the first time we hang out again, we'll be right back to where we were. That's what old friends are like. We understand that sometimes life just happens.