The day I saw you on the street, that day I think I remember having had a dream about you.
I dont recall what it was about or why you were in it, but I guess it was somewhat of a warning.
You had not changed at all, still all the same, nothing would change you.
I on the other hand was completely different, I had changed, for better or worse. Maybe that why you did not recognize me, you were, I guess, expecting me to be the exact same as back then, but I had moved on, I had done things, I had shaped my life in the way I wanted it to.
We crossed as any other two strangers cross on the street of a crowded city, but I knew that we were not just any other couple of strangers that pass each other on the daily.
We had known each other, shared memories, good ones, bad ones, but they were ours. They had no meaning now, though.
You passed me, did not even spare a second glance. And I made no effort to correct your mistake, what good would that have brought? It was over for a reason, and nothing would change that.
Before I realized it you were behind me, just like we were, in my past, and I would not dare to look back to get something positive out of it. It was my past and I vowed to leave you and everything else there.
Part of me would have wanted to grab a drink, ask about how you were doing, the better part of me kept me from it.
The duality of what we had been, what we could have been, and what we were still haunts me to this day, to this moment