You were the stranger I had a holiday affair of sorts.
I remember us talking nights between Christmas and New Year. You didn’t lay out pretty lame excuses this time. We didn’t even discuss the definition of a douche bag (or what makes one) nor what a “conservative paisley” actually is. Instead, we spoke of more personal things – of what we could have been in the past life and what actually want to be when we reincarnate.
Lately, I’ve been coming across you during the rush hour. Guess I’ll have to see you around that time one of these days.
between black and white 