I can’t recall his face anymore. Not in detail, not very much. I spent a lot of hours with him, and it’s kinda odd this happened. But I think that’s the way life works, we tend to forget everything and everyone. Even the people we cared about and loved in a certain moment of life.
Suddenly that person becomes a stranger again, another face in the crowd, anonymous, indifferent to your life. Again the streets with a million faces, again the chance of bumping into someone you used to know but you can’t and you won’t give a second look anymore.