I saw you today. Five years have come and gone. You saw me. Or that’s what I like to tell myself, even though I know you didn’t.
You have the same gestures you always had. You look the same. It took me one second to realize that in the surface, you haven’t changed a bit.
It took me just another second to realize that, deep inside, I haven’t changed either. And that’s what’s killing me today.
