Personal

Sometimes I ache over possibilities. Over could-have-beens. Over people within close proximity and yet whose lives never intertwined with mine.

I ache over conversations in moments rare where our lives manage to intersect briefly and then separate again.

Existing in parallel, we live independent of each other. Apart. Memories of our encounter obscured by time and distance.

After all, we were never friends.

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