Now you’re just someone I knew. Strange how you could see someone everyday and talk with them for decades but never truly know them. Or want to build a deeper relationship with someone but there’s always a barrier or bad timing. So we take the pieces that we can dig up and we make them into a fantasy character of what we want them to be. Then days, months, or years later we see them as passerbyers and we feel as if we know them but really they are just someone we use to know. Or how your closest friend or lover can be the strangest stranger. When you give someone a hello hug, and the “how have you been?” in awkwardness, when in actuality that person holds more of your dark secrets than the person you fall asleep next to at night.
