I doubt many are mourning the demise of Skype. The Sky Blue platform once transformed video calling, yet the landscape of long-distance communication felt stagnant for nearly a decade until Microsoft declared its impending closure. My clumsy, chaotic experience with Skype’s video, audio, and chat peaked in 2011, coinciding with Microsoft’s acquisition for a staggering $8.5 billion. By 2014, video calls had migrated to more integrated applications like FaceTime, rendering Skype outdated, especially as my university schedule didn’t accommodate glitchy catch-ups. Snapchat became the more efficient alternative.

Like many, I barely used Skype since the mid-2010s. The announcement of its shutdown on May 4th prompted me to log in for the first time in five years. My once-active Skype life was now reduced to a chat begging, “Pleaseeeeeeee Call Me Backhhhh (:” alongside a spam crypto inquiry and a phishing link from an old favorite who had long departed the platform.

Nonetheless, I found myself reminiscing about those late-night Skype sessions in 2011. I recall conversations with an unofficial boyfriend, feeling desperate even as he shared hints with me, catching up with an old friend who ventured out of town for college, or connecting with others from university visits.

Skype represented a space of intimacy that transcended mere texting; it wove our emotional lives together in a manner that was challenging to express. It was a lifeline to people beyond my immediate world. Older friends, who seemed cooler and more socially engaged, shared experiences through Skype video calls, even as fleeting as they were. Our vague romantic connection allowed for shared intimacy through homework sessions and glimpses of two-dimensional versions of our lives, where physical meetings were often impossible.

Yet, as time passed, these digital ties faded amidst other platforms. These relationships felt foreign and exceptional, rather than woven into everyday life. Discussions surrounding Skype likely evoke reflections on its earlier days, capturing the unique intimacy and intense reconnections during video calls. For the release of the 2023 film, I wrote about how writer-director Cerin Song could incorporate the classic Skype theme music—that ear-piercing sonar that took me straight back to 2011. The song encapsulated the bittersweet rush of long-distance intimacy, a nostalgic reminder of evenings spent curled in bed, battling time zones and technology.

For me, the primary sentiment tied to my Skype experience is longing—for broader horizons, for genuine attention, and for connections that felt beyond reach. It captures the emotional turmoil wrapped up in “skyping,” clinging to hope that those long video calls could eventually translate into real-life connections. Nostalgia complicates this longing, marked by diminished attention spans and fewer profound connections. As we navigate faded relationships, the once-revolutionary tech interface now feels cumbersome and awkward.

The trajectory of long-distance connections has evolved significantly, intertwining more seamlessly with daily life. Today, we can effortlessly video chat, text, and track real-time locations of people through various digital interfaces (Instagram Stories, Letterbox logs, Strava training) all at once. Video quality has vastly improved. As I’ve aged, managing long-distance connections has morphed into a complex puzzle, requiring optimization and leaving little room for escapism. In contrast, Skype has become one of our most fleeting digital relics, lacking the substantial archives found in text messages, photos, or social media timelines, contrasting with the enduring memories of videos.

Ultimately, I remember Skype as a fleeting repository of moments and emotions. It may not have represented real life, but it was enough—those cheerful sounds, the grainy quality, and the unfiltered eagerness of the times. Rest in peace.