Somewhere inside of me...
…a tiny hope just died.
I wish I hadn’t said anything.
I had so much to say this afternoon, and within half a day all my words have died. All I am left with is the bare feeling of sadness.
It would have been less painful for me to remind you who I am, instead of hearing your simple “hi” with no hint of recognition. Less painful, to know that those weeks three years ago meant something to you, not only me.
Instead, we walk away. After all, it was all three years ago. We’ve changed.
A tiny spark of hope, consumed in its own dying flare. Maybe I saw this coming in the moment before I opened my mouth, or perhaps my pessimist spirit is making an idiot of me again. It softens the blow, somehow.
How are you? You seem happy now, looking forward, when here I am stranded in the past. I am not the kind of person who has the heart to stop you in your stride and say, “Don’t you remember me? Think three years ago!”
I was happy then, but that summer has been over for a long time.
Good luck, wherever you go! I’m glad I got to see you again, after all.