I pray that we will never cross paths again but i know that if i caught a glimpse of someone who looks like you in a crowd, i might just stare a little longer. And i wonder if you ever thought about looking for me too in strangers. If her hair was certain shade of brown or her perfume unlocks certain memories. But that doesn’t matter though, we’re just strangers fleeting within time and space. Just strangers who once to loved each other between their hellos and goodbyes.
