the story of our hearts

--- I met with him, I laughed with him, but I thought of you lying in my bed with me, you whispered things in my ear, You held me in your arms and we laughed. But now we meet the people, that we once said we hated, or we walk past each other like strangers, don't look at us, don't greet us, as if we had never known each other. As if we never said "I love you" or you gave me your jacket, when I was cold, or I purposely forgot mine, so that you give me yours. But now we are strangers, with a story that we have buried deep in our hearts.