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I saw you the other night and it was odd. I saw you, but it was so hard to believe it. It was so hard to look at you and remember. It seems like in some long distant world we knew eachother. Did it hurt? No not really, not anymore, it was just surreal. You're still beautiful, of course I'm still physically attracted to you, and I'm sure you'll always be to me. When I looked at you it's like you were this perfect stranger though. In a way that's how it is, right? It's so hard to remember those faded memories, and in a way it's good, I moved on. I just can't tell you how weird it was to just look at you and know that we shared our closest emotions and most intimate moments with eachother. It's so weird to look at you and know that what happened really happened, but is now erased. In a way that's what we are now is perfect strangers. I've changed so much. I like to think I've finally grown up, but indeed I have changed. And you, of course you've changed, how much I don't know because I don't know you anymore. It meant nothing, but it was just weird; it was nice to see you.