The Best Friend Shared Our Streak

The newly opened high-end shopping center downtown was running a promotion.

Couples who maintained a 99-day messaging streak could claim a free prize.

In our five years together, it was the first time I’d ever begged Wright to keep a streak with me. He stared at his phone, frowning for what felt like an eternity, before finally giving a reluctant nod.

But on the 98th day, the streak went cold.

I called Wright a dozen times, only to get a brusque, impatient response: "I'm busy with work. I don’t have time for this." On the other end of the line, his voice bristled with annoyance.