Our eyes passed for a second or two in the busy streets of our small town. Your chocolate brown ones, like coffee, contrasting against my bright sky blue ones, and every memory rushing back. From when we were kids, to high school, to when you said goodbye. Your pulse began to quicken, wanting to come back to me and talk. My head was lost among memories and times from long ago, wondering if that was actually you. You came up to me, us I walked on by, both of us remaining at where we are now. What truly kills me, is if I would have stopped, If I could have said hello, is that something could have happened.
-me
