September 7, 2014 - 21:12
Unlike jccohen's story, mine is not of an interaction with someone I never met and thought I knew but someone I had truley known and became estranged. For a time, I didn't think I could know anyone better. There was not a moment that I thought differetly or questioned how I felt. I thought it was a two way street with cars going both directions. We were perfectly fine and happy. Then there was a short period where we were apart. Hours became days and days became weeks. We were apart, but I still thought together in a different way. I had not realized how far we drifted, how much distance could take away. Upon returning, we shared a moment. It was a quiet moment, no words were exchaged. As we sat, side by side, I realized the centimeters between us were actually miles. This silent interaction spoke a million words. It was over. This person, now a stranger, said goodbye without saying a word.