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Before We Were Strangers
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For fifteen years, you existed only in fragments—old photographs, half-finished songs, and memories that still felt too alive to touch. Then one fleeting moment on a subway platform brought everything rushing back: the late nights in New York, the dreams we carried like fire in our pockets, and the quiet heartbreak of losing each other without ever truly saying goodbye. Now, with time softening old wounds but not the feelings beneath them, one unexpected reunion could finally uncover whether some people are meant to remain in the past…or find their way back home to each other.
You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more.
We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other.
Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding…
I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello.
After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half?
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