For the longest time I imagined the moment we would come face to face again. Would I be happy? Would I be sad? Would I be indifferent? I don’t think I gave enough thought to what your reaction would be?
I could never paint an exact picture. I wondered if it would be a place I didn’t want to be, a time you weren’t on my mind, and I would have become the person that didn’t really care.
Who knew that I would be given a choice between being indifferent or politically correct. While I don’t know which is worse, I know you are faced with the same choices.
What is the point of us coming face to face, when nothing has changed. I doubt it ever will.