It’s funny how some relationships have become so distant over the years. Once so close, now strangers. We all grow apart, and I know that’s okay. But I have empathy for those who linger over the past. They’re just there wasting their time daydreaming about what once was.
I went back to my hometown after years of being far away, and spent a day walking, discovering, and drinking alone. It felt nostalgic, looking at the city I used to be so familiar with. I spent all my childhood there and had good times, but after being away long enough, there arise this feeling of disconnection and distance.
It was nice having that 5-hour night ride where I was told the deepest, most terrible secrets. I guess I give off a safe-space vibe that makes people want to tell me the worst things that happened to them. The talk was fun, but there was always this gap where I felt they were still living in the past while I had moved on to the present, and maybe, the future. I love how we could talk about things we couldn’t years ago. But I also felt like we had grown in different directions, and the only topic we shared was the past. No matter how deep the conversations were or how many extra hours we tried to hang out, we were just playing out the song “Two Ghosts.”
“We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me.”