Perfect Strangers

I remember how dramatic the way I finally remembered you.

Finally picking up that lost piece of memory about someone I used to know so many years ago. And so I told myself to let nature take its course, while I'll try to keep this new bond alive. I tried, and it was perfectly perfect. No promises, only earnest wishes that both will always be happy and safe. The way both of us shed some light in each other's hearts, the way we created beautiful ripples in each other's lives.

But one day, it stopped. The chains of warmth and care broke. Clueless, I waited. I pictured how should I at least send concerns like you did last time, but I didn't.

I was so sure about keeping the lost piece of memory in the safe deposit never taking it out anymore, but it was so stubborn that it kept slipping out and stir my thoughts at times. And I had no way, no intention to discard it.

Just for how long I knew you and for how long I looked at you, you seem like noone more than a stranger now. It's hard to even believe that we were once friends. Never mind, we still are. So long the memories are real, I still believe our friendship once existed.