Stranger with lots of memories.

I thought I'm all fine now.

I thought it won't affect me 

to see him.

To see how he is enjoying the new chapter that he writes in his brand new book.

Book of life.

I thought my heart is stone cold

I thought my heart can't feel any love-related pain anymore.

I thought wrong.

It still affect me so much

To see him grinning in a photo,

To see him talking about how he's tired from cycling.

Oh, he started cycling now.

Maybe he stopped swimming?

Maybe he stopped playing basketball?

Or maybe cycling is just his way of relieving stress.

I used to be a part of it.

He told me what he's been doing.

He asked me to join.

He encouraged me to get my ass off my couch and exercise.

I knew him.

I don't know him now.

I saw everything and...

It's like I'm looking at a stranger.

Stranger with a lot of memories.