I don't know how long you'd been standing next to me before you slid your hand into mine. When I think about it, it seemed like you'd always been there. And when you said, "Hey" it was as if our last conversation had only been briefly interrupted.

I lied when I said I never miss you. And I evaded when you asked if I ever wondered what would have happened if...
But in truth we both know the answer to that question.

You are you and I am me. We are separate because as much as we belong to each other, we do not belong together. We both know this. No, I haven't always wanted to accept the bare truth of it. Our moment was glorious.

But so you know, I do miss that you that you were when we were us.