Used to be.

It is a law, an unbreakable law of life. Everything that is, is doomed to change. Trees are growing steadily, mountains get smaller with passing time and rain.

Everything changes.

But not my coffee. Or my taste in books, as i sat down in the shop. It was a day, like every other. Small drops of rain were sliding down on the window glass. The weather was cold, stormy, to much of an hassle for most people, hence the nearly empty coffee shop.

I firmly swapped the sites in my novel, something that keeps my mind of track, when i looked up by accident. And there i saw you, after so much time, again. You have not noticed me, at least it seemed so. And my mind started to drift away.

We used to be friends. Lovers. Soulmates. We used to be here together, enjoying hot drinks, cuddling on a small place while i read stories for you. We used to be. But it is just this small thought, that stays in my mind. We used to be.

What happened, that we lost our track? Was the time not good enough? Did i made a mistake? I always get this questions, from time to time. Mysteries, that i will never solve. The urge, to jump up and approach you, is starting to gather in my heart. This burning urge. But i resist it. We used to be and now, you got your own life, and i got mine. We are separated, not one anymore.

Its echoing through my mind.

We used to be.

It is leaving a hollow sphere in me, an abyss that i can nott fill. So much time that we spend together. So many pictures, that we drawed with our shared dreams. I was there for you, as much as you were there for me. We were invincible, like a boulder at the coast. Defeating the waves of agony, who were trying to pass us. At least, that was my personal illusion.

I wish i would have fought harder. Making different choices. I wish that i would have appraised the time, that i had with you. Would it have made a difference? Probably not. After all, everything that is, is doomed to change.

We used to be. And with that thought, you catched my eyes. Your green, emerald eyes piercing me against my stare.

A firm smile on your lips, as you walked away, into your own life.