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"I wonder how it's going to be

when you don't know me."

Third Eye Blind, How's It Going To Be

It always came back to this. A young sweet romance that grew with the blossoming weather of Spring. It was just you and me for awhile. Was it a couple of days? Months? Time was blurred, with us in it. Without spoken words. A gaze here. A secret smile there. Hands that touched briefly. These bits and pieces of living memories. They breathe on their own and live in me. How is it that I can close my eyes and go back to those moments so easily? Yet I don't know who you are, the you of now and today. When we are strangers. When we can walk past each other on the streets and not feel the lingering presence of our past. I can only think once we were each other's moments.