To the dearest stranger,
We were friends at a certain point in our lives. Two strangers, who stopped by to inhale the madness and chaos of this world, to camouflage between the sea of humans, still bearing a different ideology all awhile.
It was then that we met crossroads.
We are strangers as we were once, but for a brief period you made me realize the essence of belonging to each other – something we cannot anymore fulfill.
You asked me to stay, but how could I?
Two passers-by can only watch each other pursue their own destinations. They can neither intervene nor get acquainted.
I remember ourselves walking close-by under the cold night sky, our shoulders almost touching. We were exchanging trust and were building up a fragile friendship. I remember the insults we threw at each other. They were like silent blessings never spoke aloud. And lastly, after all these years, I still miss the long conversations at night when we dreaded being lonely.
Could we not turn back time?
Some day in the distant future we sure will, I believe.
We watched each other grow up, grow out of our insecurities and to embrace our loneliness.
The last day, I saw you with a girl, perhaps some replacement of mine. You looked happy, and were smiling, the same carefree smile from the past. I stared at you long enough to make myself feel uncomfortable.
I was afraid of facing you and so I didn’t. I was witnessing bitter truth, never even realizing that truth doesn’t always hold right. I wondered,
“Am I so well replaceable?”
I smiled a little, in pain, and maybe a bit of sadness, and decided never to make any attempts to meet you again. I looked at you one last time, and it was then that my eyes fell on your wrist. Wrapped around was the band I gave you after our first fight.
You killed me a thousand times or more. I felt numb mostly because I reminisced the happy and sad moments that we shared.
After all these years you taught me a lesson once again,
No matter how much we try, someone else can never fit into another’s skin.