One way or another, we'll part ways eventually. We'll never know when our last encounter might be. We can't be blamed, we've always thought we will see each other again. No matter how long, no matter how far. It's only distance that keeps us apart. And maybe one day, our paths will cross, not a chance encounter, rather an aligned destiny. In the supermarket, you, picking an apple. I wondering why you do so. You hated it, or so I always remember. But time changed us and we grew without each other, wether we like it or not. Our eyes will meet, and in that silence, I'll know, I'll always be a part of you, you of me, and only know a part of each other. A part not enough to hold, but enough to ache.