Why did I do nothing when I saw you look at me?

Why did I stand idly by when we both went directly for the vegan cooler?

Why did I freeze when we reached for the same vegan wheat dumplings?

Why did I not grab you and find a giant bed of tofu to F on?

WHY DID I BITCH OUT, AND NOT SEIZE THE DAY!?

Why do I suddenly feel like I’m in 2001 and all I hear is Chris Carrabba?

I want to see you again, but, what’s the point, I won’t talk to you. Because it is 2001…because I’m still living in the same house, seeing the same people, eating the same food, working on the same projects, complaining about the same things.

I will not say “hi,” because I wouldn’t have said “hi” then.