I always thought it was sad
The way we act like strangers
After all that we had
We act like we had never met.
We used to spend nights in watching HIMYM, Big Bang Theory and Vampire Diaries together. I still don’t watch the latter.
It had been a year and a half since the end. The kind of time frame that could’ve seen the beginning and end of an entirely other relationship. The kind of time frame that makes what was once some semblance of love into such a distant memory that other people have already forgotten you were ever a pair.
I guess by ordinary standards, this is the point where everything is okay again. Actually, by ordinary standards, okay would’ve occurred months ago.
It’s weird to actually feel like, I’m a stranger to you now, like someone who was once an old acquaintance, whom you’d only known briefly. Except in our story, there are no polite hellos in passing. It’s as if we’d never met. As if, the past isn’t worth anything in the present. Or maybe, it’s worth is simply too heavy to acknowledge.
When I’ve fully accepted this, the story will be over. And although, maybe it’s the healthy thing to do, I think the saddest part will be, when I’m okay with the end.