Rumor has it we'll be living in the same town again.
This in and of its self does not worry me. The thought of your proximity is no longer is something that causes me to lose sleep at night. What keeps me awake is the thought of seeing you for the first time in almost two years.
The thought of you seeing me.
Will you see me at all? Will I, in a moment of panic, run the other way if by chance I see you first? Will my walls stay up, or will you manage to tear my defenses down as only you can?
Only time will tell, but I have a frequent daydream of how our reunion will play out.
In it you see me, but you don't really see me. You are oblivious to the light dusting of freckles that dust the bridge of my nose, those kisses of summer that I love so much and remind me of days that used to be spent in denim overalls. Our eyes connect and I'm taken back to a time when your goofy smile was one of my favorite guilty pleasures, but you fail to recognize that my eyes are filled with melancholy for your sake. You look at me and are blind to how much our friendship once meant to me. An indifferent nod from you brings the daydream to an end with you walking past, completely unaware of the war you just awakened within me.
I knew that with the passing of time things would change between us, but I never thought it would be like this.
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