We used to be close.
We used to hold each other in our arms. Whisper sweet nothings to one another.
We would walk hand in hand down the beach and admire the ocean together.
We talked about meeting up when we both went back home.
We used to be entwined together when we lay in bed, exploring every inch of each other.
We used to talk for hours and hours about nothing in particular, basking in each other’s company.
Then we parted ways. The same forces that conspired to bring us together, forced us apart.
We still talked, but not as much.
Our lives went in separate directions. We grew apart.
The years went by and we slowly lost touch. lives that were once in tune, fell out of rhythm.
There are days when I think of you, the times we spent together and what could have been.
I wonder whether you still think of me from time-to-time. Do you remember the good? Do you remember the bad?
Your memory is an image slowly disappearing from view, soon, you will be long gone from my rear-view mirror.
Then, you will become somebody I used to know.
