Not as perfect as you once thought

It’s weird how we just walk past one another, wave or say hi occasionally when we don’t miss each other’s gaze, have normal platonic conversations and exchange that warm friendly embrace that still leaves the lingering scent of familiarity even after all this time.

It’s weird how we do all that, & manage to avoid remembering everything else that has happened. Was it that easy for you; was I just another insignificant piece to string on your charm bracelet?

Or do I spark a flicker of sweet memories to you too?

Jtm, quelquefois.