Day 15 Mistaken Identity

I saw a boy I loved the other day.

He looked right through me like I never existed, let alone lived in his life. He barely glanced my way like we never shared a bed or held hands when we slept. The smile on his lips was cold and reminded me of the kisses I used to steal from them. He said maybe two words at me, “Hey” and “Good-bye” like he’d never stayed up til 7 in the morning telling me stories. Like he’d never told me, “I love you.”

I later realized I’d been mistaken as I watched his back get smaller in my sight. The boy I loved would never have walked away from me. So it couldn’t have been him.