Blindspot

One year ago, I would have been surprised if you were to be on my very short, almost non-existant list of people whom I don't want to meet or bump into. Yesterday, you shot to the top of that still very short, almost non-existant list.

Why?

Because even though you didn't recognise me (pretty sure you just glanced past me anyway, so really not your fault) I wasn't sad about this. In fact, I was quite glad.

I was glad, because I had no idea how to react if you had recognised me. I still have no idea how I would/should react if we cross paths soon.

How should I act? Is it appropriate to hug you? Perhaps I should go? What should I say? Blah. Blah. Blah.

Oh, I also didn't bother calling you out either, because of the aforementioned excuse.

So... yeah. I'm still the cold bastard I wish to be.

In fact, I even try to avoid seeing you at all costs.

Are you seriously the only bane in my life right now?

How have I been reduced to this?

I hope that time erases my memories of you, they're all that are holding me back.

Repeat

I am here for you. Always have been, always will be.

That is all.