Sunday, March 1, 2015
For a moment,
I wonder if the people I knew remember me the way I remember them.
I wonder if they hesitated to smile or say hi when we pass each other on the streets, just like how I do all the time.
I wonder if people remember me like how I remember them, even the ones I never spoked to but only saw a few times or knew by face.
Actually, most of all, I wonder about the people who used to share their thoughts and secrets with me will remember me or the exchanges we once had at a point in time.
I remember the randomest of people, the randomest of memories.
I wonder if the people I knew remember me the way I remember them.
I wonder if they hesitated to smile or say hi when we pass each other on the streets, just like how I do all the time.
I wonder if people remember me like how I remember them, even the ones I never spoked to but only saw a few times or knew by face.
Actually, most of all, I wonder about the people who used to share their thoughts and secrets with me will remember me or the exchanges we once had at a point in time.
I remember the randomest of people, the randomest of memories.