I walked by our hometown.
The chills ran through my hands
as the soft fabric of the clothing
met the cold hanger.
Leaving that store surrounded by
familiar faces I started to see.
I walked as though you were here.
Turned to cross the street looking
for your car as if you still had the same one.
Odd but true, the lights of your house were still on
I wondered if everything is exactly where it should be.
Because as I walked I knew
that the distance and years
could not melt away the next day.
I would go to San Francisco
just to hear your name.
The most loved stranger I know.
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 1:16 AM UTC
I walked by our hometown.
The chills ran through my hands
as the soft fabric of the clothing
met the cold hanger.
Leaving that store surrounded by
familiar faces I started to see.
I walked as though you were here.
Turned to cross the street looking
for your car as if you still had the same one.
Odd but true, the lights of your house were still on
I wondered if everything is exactly where it should be.
Because as I walked I knew
that the distance and years
could not melt away the next day.
I would go to San Francisco
just to hear your name.
The most loved stranger I know.
I know this is personal, but I wanted to share. I went through a difficult breakup, one that still haunts my narrative. Unfortunately, he no longer lives near. Our relationship was like best friends that didn't know how to adjust through college and distance,
so we kept our relationship on and off for a long time. Leading us to eventually call it quits for our own mental health. In each phase of this, though he moved ,to different places and so did I. I found out he was living in San Francisco and it ached a bit. I know it wasn't my fault and a choice he made, but I couldn't help but think each time we broke up, he chose to create a more distant and real life for himself. I am incredibly proud of the man he is. One that follows ambition and dreams. But I also just want to remember the place where we could've been.
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