You were the last person I ever thought I’ll ignore. Sometimes intentionally and others just because I don’t want to sound scripted.. I imagined you knew me, often times, too well. You were me and I was you. Or so I thought. Seems now like that was just a fantasy. It’s nothing you did or said. I don’t believe life happened. I believe we happened. I believe we disregarded it and all its pleasures. Now it’s close by but far too empty to gain anything from. The day would come when I’ll tell you this is about you. But until then it was nice knowing me in your eyes.