I mourn for the us that was.
The us that used to be.
We are no longer those people.
You are not who you were.
I am not who I was.
I am in love with the guy I used to know. But he is not you. You are not him. That guy is dead. He died long ago and no one ever told me. I never knew. I was never able to grieve. No one attended his funeral, because no one knew he was dead. No one would have noticed but me. But I didn’t notice. I didn’t see.
You were in love with the girl you used to know. But she is not me. I am not her. That girl is dead. She died long ago and no one ever told you. You never knew. You were never able to grieve. No one attended her funeral because no one knew she was dead. No one would have noticed but you. But you didn’t notice. You didn’t see.
I’d like to think that they are frozen in time. Sitting in a dorm room cuddling and talking until the early hours of the morning. Or sitting in a crowded movie theater on a Friday night. Or eating delivery Chinese food and watching American Idol.
And I’d like to think that wherever they are, that they are happy.