There's some people whom you never really get to know, or maybe you do but they disappeared from your everyday life or some reason. One day you are so close and so intimate, talking with each other regularly, and the other day everything has changed and you take separate paths.
In my everybody's mind, those memories of people you will not see any more remain the same. Suddenly, you realize you haven't seen a person for 8 years, and there's no possible way of reaching them. That memory is the only thing you can cringe to. You have nothing else. They will look always young, they will not age like yourself. Ubi sunt... Who knows?
What's more important... Who really cares?
Maybe now they're happier, balder, more unlucky, thinner, gayer, bigger liars... But you'll never prove it.
What would you do if you walked past the person who hurt you the most lately, stabbing you in the back with her chubby, clumsy hands? I guess the most elegant option is to stay my ground, lead the conversation, smile, be polite and say farewell soon.
Should I mention what she cowardly did to me? Should I lie and say I'm glad to see her? Once you get to fake smiles, the rest comes easy.
I deeply hope she regrets what she did and didn't do to me, all the hurtful and bitter remarks she couldn't even tell me face to face, not even in a phone call.
Whatevs. And this is the last time I'll forget her. I'm sure I will.
"Then, the tram went up the bridge that crosses the highway. Fog covered the mountains on the back and it slid down through the valley where the city laid like a dense smoke blanket. She looked down, to the home of her triumphs and tragedies".