Becoming stranger

I still remember the first time our eyes met, really so clearly. And its not long after that I got to see you for the last time, that brief moments, i act so calmly, but it was a hurricane of sadness inside to see you as a stranger again.

We started as strangers in the park, grow into whatever you think our relationship is and now we're back into being just another strangers in the park again.

I will let myself forget you eventually, surely.
When one fine day i finally meet the man that you will never be and you meet the girl, that all of the things i can't be. I hope everything is great with  you.