The pain of meeting a familiar stranger.

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I HAVE LOST PEOPLE I NEVER IMAGINED I WOULD LIVE WITHOUT.

PEOPLE I GREATLY DEPENDED ON.

PEOPLE WHO DEFINED MY VERY EXISITENCE.

PEOPLE I WAS FRIENDS WITH SINCE DAY ONE.

I HAVE LOST PEOPLE I THOUGHT COULDNT’T LIVE WITHOUT ME.

PEOPLE WHO  I SHARED MY AMBITIONS, MY DREAMS, MY FEARS AND MY HOPES WITH.

WE MEET IN THE STREET AND BOTH OF US PRETEND WE NEVER MET.

WE ACT LIKE WE NEVER AT ONE POINT KNEW EACH OTHER’S FLAWS.

WE ACT LIKE WE NEVER CONSOLED EACH OTHER DURING TOUGH TIMES.

WE ACT LIKE WE NEVER ONCE HAD A HEARTY LAUGH LISTENING TO EACH OTHER’S  LAME JOKES.

IT HURTS, I SWEAR IT HURTS.

SUDDENLY MEETING THEM  IN THE STREET, YOUR EYES MEETING, YOU MAINTAIN SOME BRIEF EYE CONTACT, THAT FAMILIAR WARMTH RETURNS IN THEIR EYES AND AS SUDDEN AS IT’S CAME, IT’S GONE.

ALL IS LEFT IS A BLANK STARE. A COLD STARE. A LOOK OF GUILT AND RESENTMENT. A LOOK OF PURE HATRED.

I HAVE LOST PEOPLE I LOVED THE MOST BUT…

LIFE HAS TO MOVE ON.

 

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