One day I will live my life and you yours and no matter how they might have been entangled once it wouldn’t matter as they break and can find someone else’s easily. Everyday I will ride the train, work, hang-out, go home. And once in a while I will find your scent in the crowd and every memory of you will rush inside me like I was just talking to you yesterday, sharing words that I secretly keep, and in a moment everything would be warm, comforting, calm. But the world moves fast and soon your scent drowns in with so many others, and I’d have to walk on, forget you, before the crowd pushes me elsewhere.