I guess that’s what it means to stop talking to someone. After some time you slowly begin to forget about who did what and what went wrong. But that memory never leaves because it’s just buried deep down. To a place where we don’t want to go and don’t want to remember. Like a building built from memories only to collapse and never to be fixed. Although we exchanged glances for a split second and it felt like we still knew each other. But you walked by and I didn’t bother to turn my head or look in your direction. And that was it, we were two worlds apart never bound to meet again. I felt a bit hollow, cold, and empty. The way you feel like after you’ve lost someone close. I could walk into a crowded room and still have my mind focused on you. Although I knew you didn’t feel the same. I was someone you used to know. I was just another face in the crowd.