Mr.Skeleton

It's Sophmore year and I'm desprately searching for a familiar face. I find yours in this crowded place. We're not friends and we've never really hung out but I know you. You were a friend of a friend, or at least you were back then. Years later you're no where near but inbetween we discoverd love that seemed to dissapear. I can't decide if I would do it all over again or just look at you and smile. Maybe give a little nod and just keep walking because today, we're no longer talking..