020416 Tsuki-kun

Was listening to this song while making brunch and my thoughts drifted to you.

Although not all of it suits, at least some parts are accurate enough.

It's true, like the song says - we don't talk anymore.

Maybe it's because we no longer have a reason to,

but for some reason that strikes me as remarkably sad.

We didn't have much in common then, and now it's even more evident.

I haven't heard from you in months.

Well, I suppose that's a good thing, don't you think?

It's funny how time flies to find yourself glancing at the calendar,

only to realise that you've missed a date by five days.

Happy belated birthday - I hope you had a good one.

I'd wanted to text, but

I was worried it might lead to mixed signals of some sort.

Last I heard you were doing well.

Seeing someone, maybe?

Getting on in life and all?

I hope it stays, this happiness.

I genuinely do.

I'm happy where I am now, and I hope you are too.

Perhaps one day we might pass the other on the street.

Perhaps then we'd stop, smile, make small talk.

Perhaps an awkward meal, perhaps.

Until then, I suppose?

The world's a small place, as they say,

but our paths don't seem to cross at all.